Bully//Corbyn Besson (COMPLETED)

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Corbyn Besson

I dragged myself up, leaving Ashton sleeping on the couch.

"Haha, you haven't got one." He tried to wind me up.

"Jord, I've got about 10 in my room." He shut his mouth.

Jordan is 9. But the way he acts, you'd think he's about 15. He's so mature and so responsible, it's unbelievable. He acts grown up, doesn't play up like normal 9 years. He can have a laugh and a joke, and doesn't get mad when he gets roasted.

"Can I take Ashton to the park when he wakes up?" He asked, sitting down, removing his sweaty shirt.

"No. I'll take Ashton, and you can come with me."

"Okay."

He wandered into the kitchen, and got a bottle of water out of the fridge.

He returned, taking a large gulp of the cold liquid.

"How's school?" I casually asked, making a simple conversation.

"Meh. Good, but mainly boring."

I sat back down, moving Ashton, softly, so I didn't wake him.

Once I sat down, I allowed him to lay against my leg.

"What's that from?" Jordan asked, talking about the handprint.

"I... I accidentally hit him yesterday." I didn't want him to find out, to let loose the overprotective side of Jordan. Because if I told him that I hit him, Jordan would try and beat me up.

He's way too protective of Ashton. I mean, I know he's his nephew, but he's a bit too protective.

"How can you accidentally hit him?"

"I-I-I went to do something else, but I accidentally hit him."

After that, luckily, he didn't say anything.

"Jordy." Ashton whispered, waking up from his long sleep.

"Hey, Ashton." Jordan quietly said, gently waving at the 5 year old.

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"CORBYN!!" My mom yelled, running into the room, not acknowledging her other son, who was rather proud of himself.

"Your dad was found 'guilty' about what happened!" She squealed.

"Okay, okay, calm down."

"I don't know why you didn't tell me sooner, he would've been locked up a long time ago."

"He said he would kill me if I said anything." I quietly said.

"What happened?" Jordan jumped in, taking another swig of the water.

"Nothing." I said, not wanting him to know how evil his real dad is.

Because he's been gone since Jordan was around 2/3, he's always classed Tim as his dad.

"Tell me." He wanted to know so bad.

"It's nothing."

"Did he hurt you?" He questioned.

"He raped me."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing."

He gave up, and walked upstairs.

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"Bean, can we go to the park?" Jordan asked, coming down the stairs in a fresh outfit.

"Uhh, sure."

Ashton was, wildly, running around for no reason.

"Hey, come here." I said, calling Ashton over to me.

"Put this on." I gave him a shirt, and a jacket.

He put them on, and I held his hand as we walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Christina asked.

"Jordan wants to go to the park. You coming?"

"Yeah, why not?"

The four of us walked down the sidewalk, Jordan carrying a soccer ball, while I was holding one of Ashton's hand, and Christina was holding the other.

"Let me go." He said, pulling his hands away from us.

We let go of his hands, and he began running in front of all of us.

"Slow down!" Christina yelled.

Then, he changed the direction in which he was running.

Next to us, was a forest, and Ashton began running into there.

"Ashton!" Me and Christina yelled in sync.

"Ashton!" Jordan then called, also running into the forest.

Me and Christina began wandering around in there, trying to find him.

"Ashton!" Jordan yelled, sounding quite scared.

Dreading the sight, me and Christina walked over to him, to see Ashton laying on the floor, holding his arm, crying.

I thought it would've been worse, but it only seemed to be a cut on the arm.

"Are you okay?" I asked, picking him up.

He cuddled into my shirt, sobbing on my shoulder.

It was worse than it looked, but not as bad as I thought it would've been.

The whole length of his arm was split open.

My new white Adidas shirt was now covered in blood.

"I'm sowwy." He said, wiping his eyes.

"Don't ever run off like that again!" I sternly said.

The blood was pouring out of the inside of his arm.

"I'm sorry." He cried.

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Broken;CMB

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