The One I Cant Have (a Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 1

                        Ashton's POV
                      (point of view)

    

     Her eyes were the color of an oak tree in winter. Her hair was a soft light brown. She was beautiful. She was perfect. She was broken. She was alone. She needed someone.

     I wished it was me she wanted. No one ever likes me. I am just the drummer in the backround that no one ever pays attention to. But I don't care if the fans dont like me. I just needed her.

                        Carter's POV

     I was sitting in my room drawing on the walls. I was drawing a porcupine. Most people don't like porcupines, but I lobed them. I like to think that out of all animals, im most like a porcupine. I have that armour, that sheild. The one that protects me.

     "Carter! Get down here. Now!!!" my dad shreiked. Uh oh. I didnt know whether he was sober or not.

     I tied my long brown hair into a messy bun. Actually, it wasnt supposed to be messy, im just really bad with buns. I took a frame and hung it up on the wall to cover up my porcupine drawing.

     I was running down the stairs where my dad was waiting for me. He was swaying a little bit. Im pretty sure he was drunk again.

     "Carter, tell me something, something funny" he requested. I knew if it wasn't funny this wouldnt end well.

     "Um.. Dad, I dont really know anything funny" I said. He smirked at me. He began shaking his head. Then all of a sudden his smile turned into a frown. Before I knew it, his hand collided with my face.

     I tried to run away but he grabbed my wrist. He continued to beat me. Eventually he got so tired that he just collapsed on the floor and passed out.

     I knew it wasn't safe in this house but I had no where to go. My father never signed me up for school so I didnt have any friends.

    I ran up to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. My cheek was swelling, my arm was severely bruised,  my nose was bleeding, and I had wounds in my waist from when he got chugged a beer, broke the glass and stabbed me.

     I had to get away. I packed a backpack, knowing I wouldnt be able to carry too much since I couldn't drive, and left. I had no idea where I was going. I thought I would just kind of wander around.

     After a good 15 minutes of walking, I heard my stomach grumbling. My face hurt and I needed some more bandaids for my wounds. I decided to stop at the nearest gas station which was about 4 minutes away.

     When I got there, I bought some chips and a coffee. I also got a twelve pack of bandaids. As I was paying, three hooded figures came in. They didn't say anything they just grabbed drinks and got in line behind me.

     I finished paying for my things, and since I had no where to go, I sat out on the curb and started to eat my food. Not too long after, the three hooded figures came out of the gas station. One of them dropped their wallet and didn't notice.

     "Excuse me! You dropped your wallet!" I called. They didn't look back so I opened the wallet to call out their name. I found a driver's license.

     "Excuse me? Mr.Calum Hood?" I asked. All three figures turned around to see me waving the wallet.

     A whole mob of girls were running towards the three hooded figures. The three people sprinted towards me. They picked me up and sprinted into a van.