Untitled Ashley Purdy Fanfic

Mia Croft, a kid whose life was normal until her parents died, leaving her with her uncle, who is far from nice. As she's about to embark on her final year of A levels, she meets the new guy, Ashley Purdy, who is the best thing to happen to her since her parents death. They both have demons from their past, can they survive the future?

(Using a pre-band Ashley Purdy btw; for those that don't know, he's currently in Black Veil Brides so.. Check them out? ^^ )


5. Perfect Weapon

I was waiting for Ash by the lockers, getting worried as he was apparently running late.

"He should know the school by now," I muttered, flipping my phone open and dialing his number. When he didn't pick up, I went in search of him, and stumbled upon some chavs from the year below surrounding someone.

"Hello faggot," the main guy said, Jordan I think it was. It was rumoured the small gang we had did drugs and burnt down the local church, and was lead by this ASBO wielding nutter.

"Oh this one again?" Ash's voice sounded bored. "Honestly you'd think you'd come up with better insults?" A sharp thwack echoed down the hall followed by a thud.

"Shut up you fag!" Jordan snapped.

"Or what?" Ash taunted.

"Or else we'll kill you," Jordan said in a low voice, taking a knife out of his pocket.


I ran down the corridor, making them turn at my footsteps. "Oh look it's your girlfriend."

"Back off Jordan," I hissed, standing in front of Ash.

"Or what?" He challenged. I stepped forward, getting into his personal space.

"Or I will go to the police and tip them off about your little druggy meetings you have at lunch." I smiled sweetly, his eyes widened a little, then hardened, as in one fluid movement he turned me around, pinning my arms behind me and held the knife against my throat.


Ash stood up then, about to launch himself at Jordan when his minions held him back.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Ash yelled, struggling against them.

"Giving you an altimeter. If you say anything about our activities, then we will find you, and we will kill you." Jordan said, pressing the knife to my skin, I felt it's sharp edge against me, relaxing me a little more.

"That'll save me a job," I muttered.

"What was that?" Jordan asked, surprised.

"I said, that will save me a job." I repeated, louder and sarcastically. Ash gave me a warning look, but it was too late.

"Hey boys, looks like we've got another suicidal freak on our hands." He grinned, he nodded his head at the other two chavs to come and restrain me.


Everything was done so fluidly I wondered if they practiced, because despite my struggles, (including trying to kick them in the balls) they held me firmly in place. Jordan rolled up my sleeves, the only thing so far that had made me feel like freaking out properly.


Everyone was... Well shocked. The extent of scarring on my arms was impressively space efficient to say the least, and even then I had cross-hatched over older scars.

"What a weak freak," Jordan snorted. "Attention seeking whore."

"Despite the fact that no-one knew until now?" Ash defended me.

"Why else would she do it?" Jordan asked, rotating the knife in his hands.

"Oh I don't know, because she's sad?" Ash rolled his eyes.

"Please, what has she got to be sad about?" Jordan snorted again. "That you two can't date because you're a fag?" He taunted. Ash struggled again, unable to break free. "Ah ah ah. Move again and I'll cut her." He said smiling at me, knowing I didn't care, but Ash did.


"Right, well done laddy, now for my troubles..." He turned to me, taking my face in his hand, holding me still. Now I started to panic. He lent in, and kissed me, I struggled away, but he held me firmly in place and fondled with my breasts.

"Get away from her!" Ash yelled, making Jordan break away thankfully. Ash struggled, making Jordan grin.

"You know what I said," Jordan reminded him, and brought the knife up to my face, which annoyingly had tears on it. He sank the knife into my cheek and pulled it across, making a line about 3 inches across.

"Please stop. Please." Ash begged. "You can do anything you want to me, but not to her."


A door somewhere in the block shut and footsteps were heard, the chavs let go of us and ran off with a parting glare. Ash went to hug me, but I pushed him away.

"Don't touch me," I hissed, and ran off to the girls bathroom, locked myself inside a stall and broke down. I heard someone open the door after me, and knock on the stall door.

"Mia...?" Ashley's voice came through the door.

"Leave me alone!" I choked out, my breathing not working.

"I'm not doing that to you, he said softly, leaning his head against the stall.


I thought I was going to throw up; I'd never had a panic attack this bad before. Shakily, I pulled my hair out of my face, to the back of my head and lent my head over the bowl. I gasped in breaths, gripping the sides of the toilet. I needed my razors. Right now. I knew I didn't have them with me, and at that thought I hurled my lunch up. I spat the bile out, hating myself for being so weak.


"Mia do you need anything?" Ashley asked concerned, now sat with his back to the door.

"Razors," I replied weakly. He handed me one immediately, I saw fresh cuts on his arm. "Thank you."

I heard him going through the pockets of his bag to get another one. I rolled my sleeve up and found an old patch, dragging the razor across it, the sting distracting me briefly; it wasn't enough. I went over yesterday's cuts, wincing a little, but it distracted me enough. I went over the cuts blindly, cutting until I was OK.


"Thank you, Ashy." I said, putting my hand on his and squeezing his hand. I heard him sniff, he squeezed back and I heard him dry his eyes. "Are you OK?"

"No," he laughed softly. "I thought I'd be safe here. But no, there's still idiots here too."

"I'm sorry," I said through the door. I took a swig of water and swilled my mouth out before continuing. "What happened at your old school?"

"They... They used to chase me down, beat me up, call me names, tell me I'm worthless. And it's true, I couldn't protect you, I just let them walk all over us, I let him... Touch you." His voice was full of disgust. "I'm so sorry. I just - I've never been locked in place like that. He should have just killed me." Ash said, I opened the door and caught him in my arms before he fell backwards and hugged him.


"Don't you fucking dare say that Ashley f*cking Purdy." I said fiercely. "You are amazing, funny, loyal, one of the best friends I've ever had, you haven't judged me on needing to cut, and to top it all off you are literally the most attractive person I've ever seen in my life." I clamped my hand over my mouth, Ash turned and looked at me speechlessly. He then pulled my hand away from my mouth and kissed me, and in that embrace I felt safe. I felt like nothing could touch me; I wasn't me anymore, I was his. I pulled him closer, wanting to lose myself in him, just wanting him. He grabbed a handful of my hair and wrapped another arm around my waist.


He broke off the kiss, gasping for air. "You're a really good kisser," he said, almost as surprised as me.

"Thanks," I said, biting my lip. "What was that for?"

"For being the only person to tell me not to kill myself."

"Glad to be of service," I smiled, a genuine happy smile. Ash brushed the tears off my face. I wanted to kiss him again, but I was aware I had just thrown up, so it wouldn't be very pleasant if tongues were introduced.


"It's strange..." Ash started then trailed off, ordering his thoughts. "Although I've only known you for like... What? 2 months? I just... I feel like I've known you longer, you know? Like we have a connection? I've never really trusted anyone properly, and I've started to trust you which is scary because I just don't want to trust anyone but I can't help it." He took in a breath, and looked at me for reassurance. I smiled and brushed a fly away hair from his face.


"I completely get you," I replied. "Terrifying isn't it?"

"Completely," he chuckled. I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. He leaned his head against mine and wrapped his arms around me.

"I don't want to go home, I don't want to go to school. I just want to run away and be a completely different person and leave everything behind and start again." I admitted, tracing patterns on his knee absentmindedly.

"Like an outlaw?" Ash suggested, giving me a sideways glance.

"Yeah, I guess?" I turned to him. "What are you plotting?" I asked warily.

"Make over," he grinned, standing up and offering me a hand up. I rolled my eyes with a bemused smile and allowed him to pull me up. With that, we set off to his house for the makeover.

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