Just a Reject (Luke Hemmings)

~Sometimes, the things that make your life worth living, are also the reasons why your life isn't worth living~


8. Chapter 7


Ashton really was an amazing person to be around. He was always so fun and lively, and was so nice to me too. He reminded me of Luke when he was my friend. I started tearing up at the thought, which was really stupid of me I guess. Ashton must’ve noticed, because he hugged me.

“Shhh, It’s ok. It’s ok.”

The group of popular boys looked amazed that I let Ashton hug me so easily. But they must’ve suddenly noticed the bruises on my legs because they started making their way towards us, grinning.

“Damn Natasha, you’re covered in bruises again eh? I’m guessing you had lots of fun yesterday with your father then?” they laughed, high fiving each other.

Ashton frowned, and glared at them, making them back up.

“Thanks, Ashton,” I mumbled.

“No problem. And please, call me Ash,” he said sweetly, swinging his arms around my shoulders. “By the way, what did they mean by you having lots of fun with your father?” he asked, puzzled.

I quickly shook my head, not wanting to tell him.

“Oh? She hasn’t told you huh?” a voice behind us asked, making us turn around. Luke was standing with his arms crossed, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh my Ashton, and you thought you were her friend hm? She hasn’t even told you what everyone considers basic knowledge. I’m guessing it’s just because she doesn’t trust you enough huh? Such a disappointment” he said, smirking.

Hurt flashed across Ashton’s face, but he quickly recovered, looking at me with worried eyes.

“What is he talking about Natasha?” he whispered. I just hung my head, not wanting to look at him in the eye.

“Well if she doesn’t want to tell you, then I guess I’ll have to,” Luke said, shrugging.

“Well as you can see, Natasha here is, obviously disliked by everyone in this school. I mean, who wouldn’t, since she’s the stupidest, lamest, clingiest and most fucked up thing known. I don’t know what you see in her. You should just come hang with me, I mean, you’d have so much more fun with me and my group compared to hanging with that freak in the music room,” he said, smirking.

I could feel Ashton tense, which made me feel even more ashamed.

“Anyway, long story short. Natasha here is just a fucked up person who killed her own mother, and because of that, I guess her father hates her now, resulting in him beating her up on a daily basis. Which explains the bruises that cover her body.” He simply said, as if it wasn’t that big a deal.

Suddenly, without warning, he yanked me out of Ashton’s grasp and ripped my jumper off, revealing the huge ugly bruises that covered my arms. I started to cry, feeling humiliated.

“And I bet her stomach is also covered in bruises. You could also see all these scars covering her body. Look, here are some fresh ones, I bet these were done in the past week. So as you can see Ashton, this freak here is someone you’d want to stay away from, because seriously, just look at her,” he said, shaking his head.

“A disappointment, I must say.” And then he walked off.

I crumpled to the floor, sobbing my eyes out. I thought Ashton would leave me, since he knew everything now, but to my surprise, he gently picked me up, and started walking away.

I could hear everyone laughing behind us, making Ashton become tensed at the things being said about me.

I cried the hardest I had cried in years, wishing I could just disappear.



i dont even know if anyones bothering to read my story properly, but thanks if you are ;D im so sorry this is short and crappy, i rly am ); i just suck at english, that's all

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