Deviant

Ashley's POV
I woke up to blinding lights drilling into my brain. I groaned, burying my face into my pillow. "You're awake." A voice said quietly. I cracked my eyes open slightly to see bright green eyes staring right at me. Phoenix's face was less than a centimeter from my own. My eyes were drawn down to her beautiful black lips. I could kiss her right now. The moment was lost when she drew back. She slipped off the bed, standing gracefully. I took in her appearance. She was wearing a black shirt with rips on the sleeves and neckline and a red and black choker. She had a black studded skirt on with black leggings that had rips all up the sides. She had black knee high boots with six inch heels and gloves with rips that went up to her elbows.
"How did I get here?" I asked, surprised to find that my voice was scratchy and disused.
Phoenix blushed slightly. "I told you that if you touched me that I would have to knock you out. You touched me, so I knocked you out. I didn't expect you to be in a coma for two days, though."
Now I remembered. Something was nagging at the back of my mind, but I paid it no thought. "I was here for two days?" I was stunned. That girl had an amazing right hook. Suddenly, I remembered what was bugging me. When she had hit me, the last thing I had seen was something on her arm. I had to find out what it was. "Come here." I said, beckoning her closer. When she did so, I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling the glove down so that I could see. There were scars littering her arm, some new.
She yanked her arm away, returning the glove to its original position. "How did you know?" She whispered, pulling both her arms to her chest.
"I saw them when you hit me." She got this look, like a deer in the headlights.
"Please don't tell Andy." She pleaded.
I shook my head. "You know I'm going to have to tell him eventually."
"At least let me tell him."
I nodded. "If you don't tell him in at least two days, I will have to do it for you. You need help, and Andy needs to know. Let us help you." I hated having to give her an ultimatum, but I couldn't just stand by and let her destroy herself. Not only was she my best friend's little sister, but she was the one thing I thought of, all the time, day in and day out. I think I was beginning to love her.

Phoenix's POV
I should never have hit him. Now he knew about my scars, and I was two days closer to losing my brother forever. I turned fifteen in two days, and I would have to tell Andy that I hurt myself daily. What a wonderful birthday present.
I looked down at Ashley, trying to make the butterflies go away. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I had felt this way ever since I hit him. After school I had gone home and packed a bag, leaving Andy a note telling him that I was at the hospital with Ashley and that I would be there until he woke up. I had been here ever since. It was as if I needed Ashley in order to survive. I had never felt this way before. I needed to talk to Sammi.
"Um, well, now that you're awake I had better go." I stammered, getting out of there like my life depended on it. I raced out and ran all the way to the house that Sammi shared with her husband, Jinxx. "Sammi!" I yelled, pounding on the door. She opened it, looking surprised when she realized that it was me.
"Is Ashley awake?" She asked.
"Yeah, that's what I need to talk to you about." She looked at me expectantly, and I told her everything. By the time I was done, Sammi looked astounded.
"You. Are. In. Love. With. Ashley. Purdy." Was all that came out of her mouth. My jaw hit the floor.
I was about to say something, but then Jinxx walked in. The look on his face made my blood run cold. He looked terrified. "We need to get Nix out of the city." He gasped. Sammi and I jumped up and ran to my house to pack while Jinxx took care of everything else.
Sammi threw me a bunch of clothes and told me to change into them. I obeyed. I put on a black camisole, black skinnies, boots, and a holster-belt thing that I didn't even know I had. I put on a choker and dog tags and bracelets and a studded leather vest, pulling the gloves on last. They didn't cover my cuts, but since I was going to tell Andy anyway it didn't really matter. I stuffed the backpack full of food and clothing and water, stopping when it couldn't hold any more. I came back upstairs to find Sammi in a vest, cami, ripped skinnies, and combat boots. She was surrounded by backpacks. "Let's go." She said. "The boys will probably meet us outside the fence. Right now the priority is getting you out of here."
"But why?" I cried. "What's so special about me?"
Sammi shook her head sympathetically. "I don't know, but when Jinxx says to get you out of the city that's what we're going to do."

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