Longing (Andley & Cinxx)

CC had made a mistake by leaving me alone.

I fiddled with my phone, hand trembling as I took the back off, and once again, a razor fell on my thigh. I could hear yelling.

"GETTING PREGNANT TAKES TWO PEOPLE, ANDREW!"

"I KNOW THAT, CHRISTIAN! NOT MY FAULT HES A FUCKING FREAK OF NATURE!"

"ASHLEY IS NOT A FREAK, YOU ASSHOLE!"

I wiped my eyes, and my eyebrows furrowed as I picked up the sharp metal.

I looked at my thighs, and began to write.

I'M SORRY.

FREAK.

DEAD.

FAT.

ANOREXIC.

USELESS.

I dropped it, and looked at the deep cuts. A smile ghosted it's way on my face, and I stood up, ignoring the thick liquid going down my legs. I opened the door.

"Guys, please stop fighting..." I giggled, feeling light headed despite the short time. I even found Andys pissed off face hilarious. CC's face turned to horror when he saw me, and he ran towards me as my legs gave out. CC pulled me up, his brown eyes widening in panic.

Jinxx ran by to help him, and gave him our small medical kit we had cause a certain singer liked to hurt himself.

He used a paper towel to stop up the current of blood, and I clung to his shirt. "I'm sleepy, Chuppy."

"No, stay awake, baby. Stay awake." I heard Andy's voice, and CC glared at him. "Don't call him that, Andrew."

I hugged CC, and he pushed me away. "We need to clean your cuts, Ash." He grabbed some disinfectant, and sprayed them. I squirmed at the pain, and smiled. "I love you CC." Losing blood made me really affectionate. "Love you too, Ashley. Let's put some bandages on." He taped some gauze to the open wounds.

"You're pretty, CC."I rambled on. "I like your bandana." I proceeded to take it off, making his hair fall in his face. "I'm sorry you have to take care of me, CC. I'm wasting your time." I muttered.

"You're worth every moment of my time, Ash. You and your baby."

"I want the baby, CC, I don't want to raise it alone."

"You have me, Jinxx, Jake, and Ella, Ashley. You're not alone." CC told me, brushing my hair back. Then, he kissed me. I didn't move, but instead began to work my lips into his. I didn't find anything sexual, but more or so comforting.

He pulled away, smiling. "No more of this, right?" His fingers ghosted under my loose shorts, resting on the cotton bandages. "Yup.."

"Where's the razor?" He added, more softly. "I don't know. I kicked if somewhere."I truthfully replied. CC nodded, and picked me up. I must be so heavy. He took me into the other room, and I sat on the couch with him.

"I'm sorry, CC."

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