Orphic. (An Ashton Irwin Fanfic)

Orphic (Adj.) : Mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.


2. One.

“All I could hear was the family war, your selfish hands always-expecting more.

Am I your child or just a charity ward?

You have a hollowed out heart, but it's heavy in your chest.

I try so hard to fight it, but it's hopeless. You're hopeless.

Oh father, please father, I'd love to leave you alone but I can't let you go.

Oh father, please father, put the bottle down for the love of a daughter.”

- Demi Lovato (For The Love Of A Daughter)


“So, are you going to tell me why you have no where to go? And why you were limping?” the boy who found me asked as we walked into the house. I shook my head, “Alright, you don’t have to but I hope that you trust me.”

I nodded and gave him a weak smile. He smiled back, revealing his dimples and handed me a pair of sweat and a t-shirt I assumed were his.

“The shower is in there, this is all I have for now. I’ll take you out for clothes first thing in the morning.” He said, sitting on the bed in the room. I shook my head.

“You don’t have to do that, I’ll leave as soon as I wake up tomorrow, and I don’t want to bother you or your band.”

“You’re not going anywhere until your leg feels better. You aren’t bothering anyone. The boys will love having you here.” I nodded slightly.

“You don’t need to buy me clothes though.”

“If you’re staying here, you will need clothes. You can’t walk around naked around seven guys.”

“Seven? I thought it was only four,” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“There’s another band that comes around here, we’re on tour with them actually.” I nodded and began to walk towards the restroom. “You’re sleeping on the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch over there,” he pointed to a couch on the other side of the room.

“No, I’ll take the couch. You sleep on your bed.”

“Well share the couch then. I’d rather be uncomfortable with you than have me, being comfortable and you be uncomfortable.”

“We’ll share the bed then.” I sighed and closed the bathroom door, turning on the shower.

I took my clothes off, not looking at myself in the mirror. I knew if I did, I would see all the bruises and scares that covered me. I quickly jumped into the shower, letting the warm water run on my sore body. I washed my long, brown hair and then washed my body carefully. As soon and I finished, I stepped out and threw on the clothing I was given. I dried my hair with a towel and brought it up into a messy bun. I walked out of the restroom, into the bedroom and saw a half-asleep boy, lying on one side of the bed. I walked towards the couch, quietly so he wouldn’t notice.

“We’re sharing the bed remember?” I heard him mumble. I sighed.

“Yes, I do.” I said, walking towards he bed.

I lay beside him and I heard light snores. I was about to get up and go to the couch but I felt him slightly shuffle, a pair of arms wrap around me and pulled me towards his bare chest. I sighed and stared at a wall.

“Ashton…” I whispered.


“Can I tell you something?”

“What is it?” he mumbled still half asleep.

“My mother died four years ago, because of cancer. My father has abused me ever since. He blames me..” I said, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. You're safe now.” I heard him mumble into the top of my head.

“Don’t be.” I whimpered.

“Don’t cry.” He kissed my hair, “You’re to beautiful to cry.”

I let out a sigh but didn’t reply. I closed my eyes and remembered the last time I looked at my father.




Everyone at Richmond High School was talking about the biggest party of the year and for once, I was invited. As I walked home, I thought of ways to ask my father. My mind ran out of ideas once I stepped in and saw my dad holding a beer bottle in his hand while watching the football game.


“Daddy…” I said, slowly making my way towards him.

His head snapped towards me, “You’re late.” The smell of alcohol filled my senses entirely.

“I know, I’m sorry” I nearly begged, “It’s just that we had a test in Phycology and I didn’t finish in time.”

“I gave you a time limit. You didn’t respect my orders so you have a punishment.” He smirked up at me, as he got up.

“No dad, please don’t.”

I felt a rough hand make contact with my cheek causing me to fall back onto the hard, wood floor. I whimpered.

“You need to lean to respect your father.” He kicked me on my side causing me to whimper once again.

If I weren’t so used to the abuse my father has given me for the past four years, I would try to get up and run. But if I ran, the beating would only be worse. After more kicks and punches, he got tired and went to bed. This was my chance… I had to escape now. My mother would’ve never allowed this type of treatment and neither would I. I began to get up, ignoring the pain that ran across my whole body.

“I really hate you dad…” I mumbled under my breath.

I finally reached my room and I took two bags out, I stuffed my most needed belongings into them. I opened the window making sure I didn’t wake him from his sleep. I jumped out but tripped over a few pots causing them to fall and break. His bedroom light instantly turned on, my eyes widened and I saw my bedroom light turn on soon after. I heard loud footsteps run down stairs, causing me to break into a jog that quickly turned into a full on run.

“Lydia!” he yelled. I ran faster. “Lydia!” the shouts became less audible.


End of Flashback…


And then I bumped into Ashton. I smiled and turned my body so I was facing him. I looked up at his face and found he was in a deep sleep.


“Thank you,” I whispered, “You saved my life, and I could never repay you for that.” I pecked is cheek causing him to mumble something in his sleep. “Goodnight.” Was the last thing I said before I fell asleep in his arms.



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