Bring you Back. (A Mashton fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty-Nine

**Ashton's P.O.V**

I looked in the mirror at the mark from last night. Lightly tracing my fingers across the black and blue contusion. It stung to touch it, not only physically though believe it hurt. Realizing that Michael struck me as hard as he did made my thoughts seem deadly. I nearly shuttered imaging how it must have looked him towering over me with the cold and evil look in his eyes. I shook my head trying to push the thoughts and images out of my mind, before examining the bruise one last time. It was noticeable to say the least and it hurt horribly. I let out a shaky sigh and walk out of the bathroom with my head hanging low.

All the boys were asleep at the moment, I mean why wouldn't they be, it's six in the morning. Michael was passed out probably not guaranteed to wake up for another five hours or so. I walked from the hall into the guest room where Harry was sleeping. The door lightly pushed open as I walked in, my eyes flickering around his body. He looked so peaceful in a deep sleep, I'm sure he never got any good rest at john and my mum's house.

I left the room and followed down stairs, walking into the kitchen and going by the cabinets for a snack. I tried to sleep but I cried too much it seems impossible.My eyes were puffy and sore shutting them just made tears come. I just felt so depressed and used and like a terrible boyfriend. Sure it seems like I baby Michael but I just care too much I guess. I moved forward and suddenly heard the crunching of glass beneath my feet and looked down. A broken glass bottle of whiskey was on the floor, along with the sticky residue from the drink on the tiles. I stared down at it, before letting out another sigh knowing it was from Michael and squat down collecting the pieces.

There seemed like thousands of shards small or large, I could only try to imagine how they got here and no matter what I thought it never seemed good.

"That was my bad" a voice suddenly broke the silence making me jump and look back in shock. Calum stood behind me staring down and I stood up, instantly putting my head down. Sure, this wouldn't work but it saved me time to make up an excuse for the bruise on my face.

"Oh, It's fine" I say simply and in a hushed tone. He lightly pushed my body to the side and bent down cleaning it up himself. Collecting the pieces in his hand and I stared quietly at him thinking of some excuses. "Calum did you talk to Michael after the hospital last night?" I ask. He stood up and threw away the glass before nodding.

"Yeah I kind of yelled at him and then threw his bottle. I'm sure he complained to you about it." He said looking at me and I turned my head to the side. I felt his stare eyeing my cheek but I prayed he wouldn't mention it.

"Oh well that explains it." I whisper to myself and look down, with a frown. Calum moves near the entrance of the kitchen and flips the switch to the light making me panic a bit inside and I turn away beginning to pick up the glass.

"Yeah so I hope Luke is going to be okay, we should visit him today." I say picking up more pieces and Calum glares down at my head.

"Ashton stand up and turn around" he demands and I bit my lip hesitant to move. "Now Ashton"

I stand up and face him, well technically, I face the ground. He suddenly pushes up my chin lightly and stares at my cheek. I close my eyes avoiding to look at him and feel my knees buckle and my stomach nearly drop. I felt tears welting up in my eyes and I try my hardest to keep them back. Calum took a light breath, still staring at me and pulled his hand away.

"C-Calum I'm fine. Just don't worry about it please."

"No Ashton this isn't okay." He says sternly his vision locking on mine. I take a step back and let out a sigh. I didn't bother denying where I got it from because of course Calum was in no way dumb or oblivious to anything.

"Listen it's just.. He's stressed. You know how it is, he's stressed." I exclaim still a bit scared of him knowing about this. He crossed his arms over his chest looking down on me as if I had done something wrong. 

"It's not okay. Look at your cheek for God's sake!" He nearly shouts and I shush him instantly clinging to his shirt.

"Listen Calum." I say quietly staring into his chocolate eyes hopefully. "He's scared and sad and I need to be there for him. Don't tell him you know okay? He was drunk and didn't even mean to do it. Please." I beg babbling on. God only knows what Michael would do if Calum confronts him, it would just cause so many more problems than it's worth. He lets out a heavy breath and touches around the bruise once again.

"What are you gonna say when people asked you what happened?" He asked quiet and in a soft tone. I shrug my shoulders and look down.

"That I got hit with a ball playing catch, a tote fell on it. I used to use those a lot." I say thinking back to the times when people would see my marks from john and my mum. How ashamed and frightened I'd feel to have to lie. Terrified they would see through my lies and confront my mum, because god that would cause trouble. Calum sighs and I see his eyes lower a bit in sadness.

"Don't let it happen again please. If he hits you again, I'm sorry but I'll need to tell someone Ashton" I nod awkwardly but with a bit of relief he listened to me.

"Well I'm gonna lay down. I didn't get much sleep so far." I admit shuffling my feet and he nods, merely stating at me. I walk away from him, thinking to myself of what excuse would work for this.

I'm so sorry because of this update, first of all it's not very good, second it's short and third it took me like 2 weeks ! I hope you can all forgive me :c Things are just.. very complicated for me and truthfully I seem to be losing interest in this story, you guys seem to as well, so I may end it soon. Please don't be mad it's just the fact I won't be able to make good chapters with such little interest. I love you all x