C.R.I.M.S.O.N

F.I.R.E

Charlie's POV:

*FLASHBACK*

My mother fists my hair in her hands. Slamming my face down into the rough carpet of my bedroom floor. My scalp burning from the intense pulling and scratching of her fake nails.

"YOU FUCKER WHAT DID YOU DO!!!" My mother screams.

Her boyfriend. He had came home drunk. Knocking all of the furniture in the hallway over in the process. Of course, my mother didn't believe a word of what i was saying.

I was just her useless daughter after all.

"ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU'RE A MUTE?! YOU HAD A LOT TO SAY WHEN RON WAS HERE!"

Ron was her boyfriend. Using all of my mothers child advance funds for his alcohol addiction.

"Mother, I am so-sorry. I will ask d-ad for money to fi-fix everything."

She pulls me to my feet by the roots of hair, only to shove me back down with a huge kick. I fall hard on my hip from the action.

Glass shards pierced through my skin, leaving cuts which scarred me. A reminded of what i once had to deal with. Never again.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

I was hyperventilating. The grip the blonde had on my hair brought back a surge of memories i had hurried in the back of my mind. I hated showing i had a weakness.

I calmed myself down, building up the courage to shove dick face away. But before i had the chances Mr Anonymous came to the rescue.

"Touch her again i fucking dare you." He warned him. Gripping his by his shirt collar.

"Who the fuck are you?!" Blondie spits in his face.

Sexy Italian guy - i'm not certain if he is italian , i'm pretty sure though - Chuckles at the blondes remark, not with humour, no. But with pure evil.

Blondie shoves back Italy. Who does not react at first. He reaches back behind him and pulls out a card. Grips the back of blondies neck, forcing him to read what's on the card.

The blonde perverts eyes falter reading the card, fear glazing over his face. Cheeks paling and his words getting choked in his own throat.

"This is who the fuck i am." Pure authority in his statement.

Italy nods over to the side, where 4 guys come strolling over. Two with black hair, one redhead and one with brown. Italy releases the guy only for the redhead and brunette to take him forcefully out of everyone's sight.

I look back at Italy. He was already looking at me.

"Thank you-" i cut myself off unsure of what to address him by.

"Asher." he seems to get my point from my confused look. "Are you okay?" he asks me, stepping forward and loosely lifting my arm to look for any damage.

"I'm fine." I yank my arm away coldly. "Thank you Asher but i had the situation handled perfectly fine on my own."

He looks stunned by my response. "Sure." He laughs. "What's your name amore"

translation- love.

"Non of your business that's what." I don't know if it's the alcohol or the fact i've had enough male company tonight to not want to socialise with Asher, but i just wanted to go home at this point.

Even if his brown eyes mesmerised me. His amazing hair, that i could imagine tugging on as h-
No. I had work tomorrow.

"Listen Thank you for your help tonight. But i have to head home. Mila, let's go." Mila grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers together pulling me away before Asher had a chance to stop us.

I couldn't help but look back. He stood there. He looked mad. Really fucking mad. But my need for sleep overtook my need for sex right now. No matter how tempting he was.

He gripped his chin and swayed on his feet before deciding to walk on the opposite direction. He ran his hands through his hair and burst through a door at the back of the club.

And then he was gone.

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AUTHORS NOTICE:

i'm sorry for the short chapter. The next one i'll be longer i promise.

What are your opinions on Asher and Charlie??

Thank you so much for reading!!