Amorette:

Placing my hand on his shoulder gingerly, a feeble attempt at trying to prevent any more drama, all eyes were on me.

I could feel them judging me, wondering why I decided to crawl out from my rock now.

Rumors flicked through the air, passing through the minds of every bystander. They've been there for a while. The rumors I mean.

One time it was I got knocked up, the other was that my dad killed my mother, that's why I was such a freak. Because I was planning on shooting up the school.

I gripped the white fabric on his back slightly, suppressing tears from leaking out onto my red and splotchy cheeks.

I stared at the ground and I tugged him slightly back towards the table. Archie came out of the bathroom with Ellie, looking relieved and shaken up.

Dropping my hand, I walked back to my seat and sat down. Murmurs blossomed in the silence
I stared at my lunch, eventually pulling my book out of my backpack.

The plastic creaked as another sat beside me, and I heard a deafening crunch.

I looked to my left, and lo and behold it was Ashton. I felt...

Completely

Numb

I needed it again. To bring out the blade. I got up and threw out my tray, grabbed my shit and booked it to the main courtyard. The main courtyard was connected to a rectangular hall with halls that branch into the depths of the school.

I went behind the wall and threw open the door. I knew where I had to go and what I have to do to feel again.

The bathroom was empty as usual, the halls littered with just a few students coming from tutoring.

I went to my stall, yes my stall, and pulled out my dulled, stained pencil sharpener blade. I'll have to take another apart I noted. I brought the steel to my wrist and heard heavy footsteps.

I paid no mind. Slicing the blade across quickly, I busied myself by making it deeper, deeper, and deeper. All the stress was concentrated in the blood spotting out of my arm, and I felt relieved.

I could feel again.

I pressed the blade down again, not done yet but a frustrated grunt came from outside the bathroom.

Snapping to my senses, I curled up and continued.

Much to my alarm, heavy footfalls came inside the bathroom.

Someone desperately hit the stall door.

His voice pleaded with me, "Amorette, I know your in there. Open up. Please!"

He sounded on the verge of tears, But I remained in my place.

The door flung open. I can't believe it. He just fucking bodied the door.

Ashton's eyes snapped straight to my little art project I was making permanent.

I couldn't handle it. I dropped the blade, hearing a small 'ting' against the greying white tiles.

I felt him gingerly pick my up while my body was wracked with sobs.

"S-stop it" I muttered "Put me down and let me bleed"

He paused and made eye contact with me, regret and sadness clear in his face.

"Stop showing me affection, stop flirting, don't kiss me on the damn cheek! Leave me alone. I deserve nothing. I barely fucking know you!"

I feebly pushed my hands against his chest, then let my arms collapse on his unwillingness to budge.

Blood from my wrist got on his white shirt, spreading because of the water soaking the cloth.

I went limp and gave up, tuning out the world and silently sobbing with my good arm slackly hanging down.

He placed me down somewhere, but I couldn't see with my tear blurred vision.

I giggled as I felt the seat moving.

"Sh" he consoled "You're ok Amorette"

He placed his hand behind my head, sending shocks throughout my body.

I smiled broadly leaning into his touch and stated, "You're very staticky, and warm, and nice, and like a small lightning bolt"

By now I felt like I was watching someone else's life, sobbing internally.

We pulled up to this huge triplex, and before I could react I was scooped up again and brought into the home.

"You're home early" A light feminine voice called out.

"Get out the bandages" Bus boy grumbles. I like Bus Boy better than Ashton hehe.

"What happened, oh my god" the woman exclaimed.

I felt the impacts of his feet shake me slightly as he brought me upstairs.

I was placed on presumably a bed that smelled like Ashton. Coffee and spice.

"Why the hell do I smell blood?" An unfamiliar voice called out.

"Yeah same, it smells like humans, what the hell happened" another voice replied.

I opened my eyes to see multiple people crowded at the door.

I sat up and slid back slowly.

Ashton motioned for them to leave, and they obeyed.

"Here, I'll leave you to it," the woman said, handing a roll of bandages to him.

She has to be a relative, the two looked so much alike. Her eyes were a gentle hazel, with raven black hair like Ashtons.

He grabbed my left wrist and began wrapping it.

I felt like I was in my own body again. The shocks from Ashton made me lean into him.

He taped the last gauze into place and grabbed me by the hips. Tears were in his eyes, and I hugged him.

I felt my body being pulled downwards to lie down.

I was so at home in his arms. Warm and content. I loved it.

His hand reached up and stroked my hair, "Please don't do that again, Please," He begged softly.

I just nuzzled into his chest in response and slept comfortably for the first time in years.

A/N: OOP. Anywho, my babies are helping each other more than they could ever realize. Sorry for the late update, been kinda like Amorette lately without the love from a hot werewolf 😢.

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