The happy and the depressed (lashton)

2~ Practice

2~ Practice

Fetus on side/top

Dedication: creepyrosie for being interested in the book, even after one chapter.

Ashton's POV

Even though it's a Saturday, after practice Cal and I decided to show Luke around since he brought his schedule with him.

He met the team and coach already, and showed us some of his skills. And he was really good.

After we showed him around, Luke invited us back to his house.

''Can we bring Mikey?'' Calum asked.

''Yeah of course.''

We got mikey and walked to Luke's house. ''You guys don't happen to have swim shorts, do you?''

My head snapped up from the screen in my hand. ''No, but we don't live far away, we could always go home and get some. How come though?''

''Hot-tub,'' Luke answered. The three boys started talking about something after they got the swimming situation out of the way, but I blocked it out. I was to worried about the fact that I would have to be in the water.

Sure, I wear the football uniform , but I wear bracelets, cover up and sometimes a sweater. But in water, I cant wear makeup and a sweater.

''How about you Ashton?'' Calum asked.

''Huh? Sorry I wasn't paying attention.'' The boys laughed and asked again, ''Are you going to go home and get swim shorts now or later?''

I laughed nervously. ''Actually, I just got a text from my mom saying she needed me home. I'll see you Monday,'' I lied and started to walk away, before Luke asked to see my phone.

I handed him my phone, and when he handed it back, I had a new text from Luke.

{From Lukey Pookie}

Hi

''I like the contact name''

''Thanks. I'll see you later Ashton,'' the boys waved and walked up Luke's driveway. I walked a few more houses down, and walked into the house.

''Where, have you been?'' my father slurred.

''I was at school,'' I answered with no emotion.

''But. It's Saturday,'' he said, drunkenly confused.

''We had practice.''

Before I could even register what happened, my cheek was stinging.

''Next time tell me where your going. Go to your room and do your homework.''

I ran up the stairs and into my room, slamming the door and locking it, knowing he would come up. I never understood how my mother was never around when he hit me.

I sighed and went into the bathroom to see how bad my cheek was. It was only a slap, but it left a red mark.

My eyes started to water. I don't get what i ever did to deserve this.

*triggering......read authors note at end Please!*

I leaned against the wall and slid down, the tears falling. I reached into my sink cabinet and grabbed the only thing there for me when I need it.

I pressed it onto my wrist, over the already healed scars. For some reason, the first one is always the hardest to make. But once it is made, there is a sense of serenity.

I made two big ones and a lot of little ones that didn't bleed, but were enough for me to know they were there. I grabbed a wash cloth and wet it and cleaned up. I bandaged my arm and threw on a long sleeved shirt. I got ready for bed, even though it was only six'oclock, I was suddenly feeling very tired.