The Overprotective One

I stepped back slowly and ran to my bunk. I climbed in, and hid my face until I felt the color evaporate. Ashley had to embarrass me right there in front of everyone. My phone started playing Pittsburgh by The Amity Affliction. I smiled but I remembered last night. I called 13, maybe 14 times, and she didn't even bother to pick up the phone. The last time after maybe one ring, she pressed the dismiss button. I felt hurt. After thinking it over, I accepted the call at the last second.

"Hello...?" I almost whispered in the phone.

"Nyx! Oh thank god! You're okay! I thought, I thought you killed yourself last night. There were twelve voice mails of 10 seconds of sobbing and crying."

"Well, why would you care!" I spat harshly into the phone. "The last time I tried to call you, you hung up after only one ring." She choked as I hissed the last words.

"I was with Jake last night. I left him for like two minutes to shower and...."

"Just drop it, Alex. I can't talk to you." With that I mumbled what sounded like an I love you and hung up.

A light knock at the bunk door made me jump at least a foot from my sitting position on the bed. I hit my head on the ceiling of the tour bus and I mumbled a few curse words. I didn't notice the door to Ashley looking at me with a smirk on his face. "I don't think Andy would like you using those words little one." I looked up at Ashley and I backed up into the wall. "Hey hey, I am not gonna rape you Nyx. I just, came to see... you. Talk maybe."

"I don't think Andy likes you in here with me without him." I set my hands in my lap. I was wearing the hoodie from last night. There was dried blood on both of the sleeves now. Last night after Andy feel asleep, I cut myself on my left wrist. Ashley came towards me and climbed onto the bunk. "Ash..." I said backing away. He grabbed my forearms and pulled them from my lap. He ripped the sleeve of my right arm. I whimpered at the same he did when he looked at my arm. I tried to pull away, but he was stronger than I thought. His right hand holding my wrist, his other hand came to my flesh. He dragged his pointer, middle, and ring finger down my scars and scabs. He went down my arm slowly feeling each tally mark. He looked at the almost faded nail marks from Andy and the small amount of blood that had come from the reopened cuts. I couldn't see Ash's face and it scared me. He leaned down and slowly kissed the large cluster of cuts. He went to pull up the other sleeve I but stopped him.

"I know you did it here last night too. It's okay." He whispered. He pulled it up and kissed the scars over there. I didn't understand why Ashley was being so nice, or how he knew about my cutting.

Notes

FLASHBACK IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

Edited by Ash the Rebel on August 14, 2014.