"What the fuck is that?!" He asked, angrily, noticing the handprint on his cheek.
"Oh-It doesn't matter."
He literally grabbed my throat, and pinned me against the wall.
"You hit my nephew? I will kill you."
"I didn't!" I lied, defending myself.
For a small guy, he's kinda scary.
"Well, what the fuck happened then?!"
"She'll tell you." I ran out of the room and downstairs.
"CORBYN!!" I heard him scream, a few seconds after I came down.
I could hear footsteps rapidly coming down the stairs.
"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!!" He screamed running over to me, but Christina ran in front of him.
"Stop it!" Ashton yelled.
"Ashton, get upstairs." He demanded.
"No!" He yelled.
"Do you want to see your 'dad' get beat up?"
He shook his head. "Leave him alone!"
"Ashton, get upstairs, now! And you, get off me!" He said to Christina.
"No."
"Chris, you've known me for 18 years, you know what I'm capable of. So get off me."
She wouldn't move.
He punched her arm, really hard.
"Are ya gonna move?" She shook her head, clearly in pain.
He slapped her face, quite hard.
She moved, and he looked back at Ashton.
He was nearly crying, giving Zach puppy eyes.
"Oh, fine, I won't hurt your dad. Come on, let's go upstairs."
Ashton ran out, and went upstairs.
I thought he was gonna go, but I was wrong.
He punched me, and punched me, and punched me.
"ZACH!!" Christina screamed, dragging him off me.
My nose was bleeding, my lip was bleeding, my eye was cut.
"Get out!" Christina yelled.
He stormed out, and Ashton came down, and cuddled my leg.
I awed at the sight.
"Daddy, are you okay?" He asked quietly.
"Yes, buddy." He climbed up onto the couch, and wormed his way under my arm, and cuddled into my t-shirt.
"I'm sowwy for hitting you yesterday." He said, practically a whisper.
"I'm really sorry for hitting you. I love you, Ashton, never forget that." I kissed his head, while he was slowly drifting of to sleep, cuddled into my side.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Christina asked, putting something on the cuts.
"I'm fine." I whispered, seeing as Ashton was falling asleep, cuddled into me.
Not long later, really quiet snores were coming from his mouth.
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(^^^^Imagine him looking like this, and wearing pyjamas and cuddled into Corbyn's side, while sleeping.)
Really slowly, I started to fall asleep.
"I love you." Christina said, while I was sleeping, kissing my cheek, and stroking my hair.
I love it when people play with my hair.
I'm quite like a child. I love people playing with my hair. I love being cuddled.
I woke up at 3:30pm, to Jordan calling me.
"Bean! Bean!" I opened my eyes, and he had a trophy in his hand.
"What's that for?" "Soccer. We came first in a tournament." "Well done."
