•Mature 18+
Contain Graphic drug usage, Sexual Content and explicit Language.
Ashlyn was a emotional teen that was just trying to make it through high school. That's it that's all. Well until meets a self-proclaimed psycho that turns her world upsid...
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*BWAK BWAK BWAK*
"Hell yeah Beast. Try that combo again", Coach says as I smile at the clear tone of pride in his voice
I was at the gym doing my normal workout but my mind was somewhere else. Ian seen Ashlyn in a week, and I was wondering if that's normal for a girl. Like do they just go weeks without seeing you when nothing is wrong? This girl stuff is new to me, and I wanted nothing more than to go get her ass and chain her up in my room where she couldn't leave until I wanted her too.
"Where is your head Kyson", He sighs as I shrug and take my gloves off
"That's enough for today. We need to talk anyway", He says motioning for me to sit down
"What's good Coach?", I ask with a smile
"I'm pretty sure you have noticed that I get tired much easier than I once did. It's not just cuz I'm getting old either", he says as I frown
"Whatchu saying?", I ask as he sighs
"I got cancer Kyson", he says making my body tense and my head starts to pound as the voices that were once silent start showing their ugly heads
***** A year ago "I have called you all here for a reason", Santino says looking at his family that was gathered around him
"You don't never call us all together unless it's something serious", Auntee Royalty says as he smiles
"Your right and this is serious", he says grabbing Nono Asia's hand in his as her eyes fill with tears
"What's wrong? Y'all scaring me", Pops says with a frown as his papa looks us over one last time with a sigh
"I have cancer. Lung cancer to be exact.", He says as the uproar begins and chaos erupts around the room
"No I'm not taking chemo. That will just kill me faster. I wanna be with my family until I die, and that's just that", he says as my lungs clench and I soon find it hard to breathe
"Kyson!", I hear
"KYSON!", my moms blurry face calls
"Kyson!" **********
"Kyson?", He says shaking me as I snap out of it and look away from him
"Lemme guess. You not gone try chemo are you?", I ask as he shakes his head
"So you basically giving up on me!", I ask not caring that I sounded selfish
"Kyson", he tries but I shake his hands off of me and instead turn to the punching bag
I kept at it until my demons started to calm down and my hands were hurting so bad that I knew I must have bruised a knuckle.
The bag was torn open and the cement was oozing out as I turned around to grab my shit and walk out of the gym without another word.
I wipe my slightly wet eyes and get in my car to speed to my house.
Getting to my medicine was the only thing I could think about at that moment.
I walk to my room like my ass was on fire to throw open my medicine cabinet and grab the pill bottle.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!", I groan throwing the empty bottle across the room
My chest heaves and I feel the attack before I even realize my fist were hitting the mirror over and over.
I didn't feel the glass shattering nor did I feel the shards enter my skin.
The blood poured out as I calmed down and sunk down to my knees on the floor.
The voices were practically screaming in my head and this was the worse part. After the adrenaline, came the intense and traumatizing feeling of all my emotions pouring out all at once. My body didn't know which one to act on so it just laid there shaking as every thought I kept buried crossed my head over and over again.
I was in hell, and the devil held a big red sign that said
