Orphic. (An Ashton Irwin Fanfic)

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


1. Prologue.

"I was his cure and he was my disease.

I was saving him, but he was killing me."

- Unknown



I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. He was following me, I knew he was. I couldn't stand another day in that prison I forced to call 'home.'

Ever since my mother died, he has tortured me. He's treated me like a slave.

I had no where to go, but I kept running. I don't know where but I did. I ran into an empty, dark alley and came to a stop when I nearly ran into a fence. 

"Shit," I mumbled to myself.

"Lydia!" I heard him yell. He was getting closer. 

'C'mon Lydia, you took 10 years of gymnastics, dance and kickboxing for a reason. Get yourself out of this.'

I quickly climbed the high, gray wired fence. I jumped off, but as soon as my feet made contact with the concrete the impact made sure I knew jumping off wasn't my brightest idea.

I ignored it and began to jog a bit but with every step the sharp pain in my ankle grew. As much as I tried to ignore it, the pain became more and more excruciating.

I stopped jogging, knowing I had left my father behind. I saw the end of the alley and saw it was now dark outside. I limped towards the street when I suddenly hit someone.

I let out a wince in pain as I fell hard to the ground.

"Shit," I heard a voice mumble. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"It's fine." I shook my head and began to get up when I saw a hand reach to help me. I debated on whether to take it. I sighed, "I am capable of getting up on my own, but thanks." 

I heard someone, obviously a guy, let out a slight chuckle. "I want to help you, I think you hit the floor pretty hard, judging by the noise you made."

I toom his hand, he lifted me up.

"Thanks for the help but I need to go." I looked at the ground and mumbled. I began to limp away.

"Wait, you're injured." He said, following me.

"Yes, and?" I said, waiting to cross the street.

"Can I at least take you to where you're staying or take you to get your ankle looked at?" he said, now standing beside me.

I shook my head, "No, you've done enough. I don't even know you." I said, now half way across the street, he followed.

"Please, I know you don't know me but you can get to know me on the way there. I just want to make sure you get home safe."

I had now made it to the opposite side of the street and I stopped walking, he did too.

"Home," I let out a dry laugh, "I don't have one."

"You don't?" he said, making his way so he was standing in front of me. I looked up and saw a worried expression on his face, "Why?"

"I-I just don't, okay?" I stuttered. 

"Look, you don't have to tell me," he began. "But at least let me get you somewhere safe. Please."

I nodded, "Fine."

"Okay, good." he sighed, "Do you mind if I carry you, I don't want your ankle getting worse."

I nodded, still not being able to see his face entirely due to the bad lighting of the street lights. He picked me up without a problem and walked towards a black car. He unlocked the doors and walked to the passenger door and opened it, he placed me in the seat.

"Buckle up." he said before closing the door and jogging to the drivers side. As he got in the car, his face became more visible. He turned and looked and me with a big smile, "Ready?" 

I nodded, mesmerized by the dimples that deepened on his cheeks. He turned towrad the street and began to drive. Sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose so I couldn't see his eyes but I knew if I did, I would die a bit inside.

"So, what's your name?" He spoke up, ripping me out of my own thoughts.

"Lydia, Lydia Marie."

"You have a really beautiful name," he smiled, causing his dimples to become more prominent. Cure those dimples, "It suits you well." 

I shook my head in disagreement as he pulled into a driveway, "What's yours?" 


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