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Shattered

Those Scars on Your Wrist are the Mark of the World

The next morning, it seemed like an entirely new air was settling over the house. Everything was brighter and happier. I crawled out of my bed, finding myself alone in my light blue room. I slipped into some clean short and a green shirt before heading down the stairs.

A clocked ticked in the background as a steady beat. My silent footsteps added no additional sound to the house in the early morning. The faint slivers of sunlight barely cracked the dimness in the rooms. Not even Phil, who was usually up fairly early, walked around in the kitchen.

Instead of sitting alone in my room or on the couch, I softly padded down the halls. I had a faint idea of which room I needed to go into. At the end of the hall, I softly turned the knob of the painted white door. Inside the large room was a snoring man whose frazzled hair stood out against the pillows. Softly closing the door a crack, I slipped into the dark room and onto the bed.

The covers were tangled from Austin’s midnight movements. It was obvious that he wasn’t one that would sleep in one position all night. His arms were tossed over his head like he was protecting his face. I chuckled lightly and crawled next to him, careful not to disturb Aus too much.

As I tucked the covers around us, he moved a little, adjusting positions. Maybe I had accidentally woken him?

“Aus….Austin…” I whispered softly. He kept on steadily breathing, but quit snoring. Maybe he was awake?

“Aus, dear….”I leaned up and murmured him his hear. It was a faint and almost unnoticeable movement, but I saw the corners of his lips twitch in a half smile. Oh, I knew he was awake now. Austin was always terrible at hiding things.

Reaching up and stroking a piece of knotted hair, I whispered for him again. Once more, no response.

“Austin Carlile, I know you’re awake.” I ruffled his hair. He didn’t open his eyes but his lips parted to form a few words.

“No, I’m not.” He grumbled. I sighed. He could be stubborn at times.

Leaning over, I leaned in and kissed the hollow spot behind his ear. It was the one sensitive part that could always make him shiver. Sure enough, he trembled under my lips and leaned away with a groan.

“Stahp.” He whined. I laughed and buried my face into his pillow. The familiar scent of the man I loved clung on to the fabric. I threw my hands up over my face and squeezed my eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. One hand caught my wrists and pulled them down and pinned them against my side. Soon enough I felt his soft lips trail little kisses down my jaw to my neck. I shied away and grumbled about it being too early in the morning for this.

“You started it.” He complained and kissed the tip of my nose. I curled into his chest and didn’t reply. I guess he was right. He traced patterns on my back as my wandered.

“You know what day it is?” I asked him sleepily. Maybe I could catch two hour’s worth of sleep before I had to get up again.

“Saturday?” Austin murmured back. I opened one eye and traced the outlines of tattoos on his bare chest. No, not what I had in mind. It might have happened so many years ago, and it might have just affected my life in the most extraordinary way, but I wasn’t sad anymore. It had brought me this far.

“Yes, but not what I had in mind.” I responded with a yawn.

“What is it, dear?”

“The day my parents died.” I yawned again. Austin seemed to freeze. I looked up into the golden orbs that sadly stared back at me.

“That’s not what I had in mind either. I’m sorry.” He pulled me in closer, but I wasn’t crying. I was tired more than anything.

“It’s fine. I just want to sleep.” I admitted. Our feet tangled together like the perfect knot that memories had tied. Austin rolled over and pulled me on top of him and I put my head on his chest. Even through my shut eyelids, I could feel his stare boring into my mind. When I put my head on his chest, I could hear the faint heartbeat underneath. It was that steady pulse I could rely on.

“I know you’re not asleep.” He muttered. I sighed and looked back up to him.

“You’re not letting me sleep.” I grumbled. Austin just raised an eyebrow. Rolling my eyes, I rolled off of him and attempted to go back up to my room to actually rest for as long as I want.

I came downstairs, saw Austin, tried to sleep, and my mission was accomplished. The next quest was one for some shut eye.

“Nooooo, I’m sorry.” Austin begged and hugged me close to his body. The clock out in the hall rang seven and it sounded like Phil was getting up. I mocked struggling and fighting in his arms as he hugged me close.

“NO! HELP!” I called uselessly. Less than a second later three figures were at the door and burst into the room. Aaron held a kitchen knife, Phil grasped a baseball bat, and Alan wielded a….golf club? The three looked like they were going to murder someone.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Austin called and held up his hands. Just as Phil raised the bat to strike, the three relaxed.

“What were you doing with Kynder?” Alan questioned. I shook my head at any of the thoughts that they were pondering over.

“Trying to sleep.” I rolled my eyes. Aus refused to let me go. As Aaron grumbled something about eating food. Phil shortly followed.

“Okay, I thought we walked in on something….else.” The ginger muttered and stared down Austin who hid his face behind me. I glared at him as he held his golf club.

“Why do you have that club?” I asked curiously. He glanced at the shining metal with a smile.

“Oh, it’s my weapon of choice.”

“Really? A golf club?” Austin pondered, as if Alan was crazy. Alan nodded.

“It’s my weapon of choice. I’ve named it….”He trailed off. We waited for some spectacular answer like a name of Doom or Destruction or Face Basher.

“…Bob.”

“Seriously? Bob the Golf Club?” Austin answered, slightly amused. Alan nodded and toddled out of the room with Bob the Club in his hands. As soon as the door swung to a shut, I turned around into Austin’s arms.

“I can’t believe he kept that old club he used against Miles.” Austin rumbled a laugh. I smiled.

“I can’t believe he named it Bob.”

“That to.” He added and snuck a kiss on my forehead before letting me finally fall asleep to the sounds of the boys arguing in the kitchen.

Notes

Comments

*so off topic* IM FROM UTAH C:

@DoOmKiTTy95
Awww I'm glad you loved it! It's too bad that it had to end, but I wrote a prequel. I haven't updated it in a while because I have to finish some other stories first, but it'll get done, I promise!

i finished this entire thing in two days <3 honestly i didnt want the story to end

@Chaos'sWolf
Thanks! I will probably message you later. I'm excited!! :D

@sadieluna
Aw I'm really happy that you like my stories! :D Thanks for reading them and taking interest in them!! You really should request a one shot and message me about it because no one has been requesting one shots lately and I have some good ideas for them!