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2.7

"baby," ashton whispers into maria's ear. maria groans and turns the other way, not wanting to wake up so early in the morning.

"you need to wake up, maria," ashton says, sighing. "or else ill have to wake you up in ways you would not appreciate." (its about time you guys would fuck)

"just--" maria tries to flutter her eyes open, but the sun was too bright. "just five minutes."

"but, you said that an hour ago!" ashton whines, sitting on the side of the bed.

"ashton, please," maria uses her foot, and she pushes ashton off the bed, and he falls down with a loud thump. groaning, ashton tries to get up again but falls once more when his foot gets caught up with the wire.

"you okay?" maria giggles, finally feeling fully awake.

"i-im just fine," ashton bursts into laughter, and they both laugh together. he felt his heart race, cherishing every single moment of them being together.

"here," maria grabs ashton's arm to help him stand up, but instead he winces in pain. "whats wrong?"

"i-its nothing," ashton shuts his eyes, pain running through his body.

"uhh, ashton," maria's eyes widen, her jaw dropped in shock.

"what?" ashton looks at her confused, trying to figure out why she looked so surprised.

"i- you- you're bleeding!" maria yells. her eyes flicker from her hands, to his arm, then back to her hands.

"oh my god, what- how- the fuck?" maria wipes all her blood on her shirt, then helps ashton stand up as tears fall down his cheeks.

"take off your shirt, ashton," maria asks sternly. she watches as the blood drips down his fingers, not knowing where the hell it all came from. but she surely had an idea, and it was certainly not a nice one.

"b-but, i- m-maria, please, dont worry." ashton stutters out, more and more tears falling down. maria attempts to wipe them off, but realizes how bloody her hands were.

"take it off, now." maria raises her eyebrows, "ill call the rest of the band if i have to."

"n-no! dont, its okay. i-im taking it off," ashton pulls off his shirt, and maria gasps.

there were scars.

everywhere.

"w-what, the actual fuck." maria whispers.

"don't stare, please," ashton mumbles, sniffing, his head hung down in shame.

"w-what... i, im not staring," maria mutters, running her fingers over his chest, then down his torso, then, the most scarred place possible -- his arms.

"these are all new," maria cries, "why?"

ashton grabs a few tissues, wiping off some blood that was dripping down his arm. he shrugs, not knowing what to say. he hated talking about it; it made him uncomfortable.

"a-ashton," maria mumbles, as she starts pulling off her shirt as well.

"w-what?" ashton widens his eyes once he sees something he's never wanted to see. "oh my god."

"you're not alone," she whispers.

A/N: that escalated very quickly

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