Ashton's ( P.O.V )
I woke up the next morning, thinking.thinking about...her… Jenna. The images of her...cutting herself.it’s terrifying.Her precious skin having scars because of me.a monster...hurting her.you know what, I’m going to say sorry. I want to hug her, kiss her scars and beg her not to do it again. Wait no I can't...I can’t open up. Especially to her.
I get pulled out of my thoughts when Luke and the rest came up to me.
L: “Ashton, there goes Jenna walking on the sidewalk. Let’s go get her!”
He said with an evil grin from ear to ear. It disgusted me. I wanted to punch him. Kick him not her. Not after what I saw yesterday.
A: “ No man, I can’t.”
L: “ What the hell do you mean you can’t ? You know what will happen if you don’t.”
A: “ Yes, I know. Fine but, you guys don't put a hand on her. I want to do it myself.”
L: “ Okay, go hurt her!”
He said with an evil laugh I was used to hearing.
I turned around and they were gone.
I walked over to her but, from behind so she wouldn’t see me. When I came near her I grabbed her wrist holding on to hard. She winced in pain and a tear fell from her beautiful brown eyes. Damn it that was the wrist she cut. That’s why it hurts.
A small stream of blood ran down her hand and finger tips. Since the cuts were still fresh, putting any pressure on it will cause it to bleed. She looked at me with sadness and fear in her eyes.I felt terrible, I didn’t want to hurt her. My friends pressured me to do it.
When she looked at me, she whispered.
Jenna: “ Please Ashton, Let me go.You can hurt me later just not now. Please don’t hurt me.”
Now,my heart is really broken. But, I still have to keep hurting her.