Butterflies

Butterflies

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"Who are you?" I heard my voice, tiny and scared. "I'm Ashton. Come. There's much I need to show you." "Like what?" "Where you belong." He gave me a small smile. "Not everything you see, is what you think it is..." -Sarah
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"No," I whispered in pure disbelief, "You can't be Ashton, that can't be." My voice cracked making me feel weaker in his eyes. I stared at the man in front of me, waves of shock lighting through my body. This wasn't Ashton. I always knew there were two sides to him. Everyday I watched him desperately fight to keep this side of him from taking over. Scar. The name rung over and over and over again in my head, piercing my ears, making my insides scream out. "Say it!" he yelled slamming my body up against the wall behind me, my head hitting the wall more force then the rest my body, causing me to let out a pathetic cry. "Please Ashton, no you can't do this I have a family-" I yelled back, a tear sliding down my cheek. He cut me off with a dark laugh, his stone cold expression glued to my frightened one. "This is your family now, Moore Blood Mafia, welcome my sweet Amaretto."

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