Wow. Sorry for the wait. Grr. Okay. I was re-reading The Name's Ashlyn, and I was horrified on how many errors there were! the main one was in chapter 2 i think, I wrote, 'God he had the most gorgeous amber eyes.' I really ment grey eyes. and yeh. There are a couple spelling errors and such but ingnor those please. I plan on fizing those once i finish the story.

I feel a little Franked up today, because when I was checking my messages, I stumbled on a paticularly stinky Flame. Just my luck that it was my first.

So yeah. I wrote my feelings out, and what I resutled with was a brand new shiny chapter! Goodie!

This chapter is very angest and depressing, soo... yeah. pretty much what i was feeling when i wrote it. :l Lots of drama. Kesh.

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Dang. I ran out of things to say. Oh well. Enjoy the sixth installment of The Name's Ashlyn.
Chapter. 6

Was he crying?

"Yeah. I'm fine." He said, his voice cracking at the last syllable.

"Don't give me that. You are obviously not fine, seeing how you are outside all alone. Clearly upset, wanna tell me what's wrong?" I said putting an arm around his shoulders.

I never realized how big he was, until just now. Even in the wreak room, I hadn't noticed

How tall he was. Mostly because I was trying to keep my screaming hormones in check.

Right now he just had an aura of miserable ness emanating from him. I felt almost helpless trying to comfort him.

He gave a huge sigh and began to tell me his story.

"Life was great before I came here. I had a huge house, good grades, and awesome friends. But then, my mom lost her job. They were laying people off. My mom struggled so hard in order to make a good life for us. We were bounced around, home to apartment, then lease from another family. Eventually, my mom's bank account went bankrupt, and we were forced to live in the streets. My mom, in an effort to get money, sold herself as a prostitute. For a while, it was almost like things were back to normal. Besides the fact that she was never home at night, and I hardly ever saw her during the day because she was job searching. Then on night mom came home early and told me that she met a guy and they were dating. For weeks, I had to face the man she claimed she loved. His name was Gary. I always hated that name, and it just made it worse that my own name was so close to it. For five months my mom dated that slime ball, and in June my mom came home and said that she was getting married to Gary. We had our first ever argument that night.

"Two months later they had the wedding. I was forced to wear this horrible baby blue tux, and I remember it being hot as hell. After the wedding, things weren't as bad as they used to be and mom quit being a prostitute. She got a steady job a secretary and things were great as long as I did as Gary told me, and I stayed out of his way. Mom didn't know that he started drinking when his favorite team lost. At first it was just beer. But then he started on vodka, gin, and finally whisky. He got so drunk he could hardly stand up, and he would- he would, " he broke off, trying not to cry. I tightened my hold around him and whispered soothing things into his ear until he was ready to start again. I was rubbing his back and neck when he started talking again," He would beat me. Over and over again. When my mom would ask what happened to me, I would blame it on the bullies at school." He laughed a bitter laugh and looked at the sky.

"That was a lie. I was bigger than most of the kids at school, it was me who was more likely to be the bully. Every night Gary got worse. He would get more wasted every night, and he would beat me harder. My mom had no clue; she was so ignorant. One week my mom went on a business trip because she got promoted. The instant she was out of the house Gary started beating me. He wasn't even drunk. He beat me within an inch of my life, and I had to be sent to the hospital. He said it was a car accident. Had to stay in the hospital for two weeks, and during those two weeks I started planning my revenge. But first I had to do some research.

"Once I was out of the hospital, I want to the library and started looking up explosives. My plan was to blow up Gary's car when he went to the liquor store one night. Like he does every night. It took me three weeks to order the parts for a hand grenade. The beatings continued, but they weren't as violent as before. I guess he was afraid of having to pay another huge thirty thousand-hospital bill. I made the grenade in Gary's garage. The next Saturday afternoon he was leaving for the liquor store to get wine and whisky for his and mom's special dinner. I hid behind the neighbor's bushes, and watched as he got into his car. Just when he was starting the ignition, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I got scared and chickened out, but as I was leaving, the pin got snagged on a branch. I threw it blindly in order to avoid getting my hand blown off, and it landed next to Gary's car. I ducked and it exploded. M-my mom, she, she uh," He broke off again, his breath catching in his throat. "It's okay." I said quietly, still rubbing his back, "continue if you want to."

He sighed, and scrubbed at his eyes furiously." My mom went out to kiss him good-bye; she was standing next to the grenade when it went off. She lost both of her feet instantly and shrapnel got into her stomach. Later s-she d-died of blood loss. " He stopped, and made no motion to wipe away the tear that slid down his cheek.

"Oh, Gregory." I said softly.

My god. His past is even worse than mine. My dad died of an illness. His mom died because he killed her. I felt so much guilt when dad died, but it must be nothing compared to what he must have felt.

Tears were creating miniature rivers down his tanned face by now, and I shifted my position so I could hug his shaking frame.

"She was my best friend. I miss her so much. I don't know what to do." He whispered in my ear as he let out a small sob.

"Shh. It's alright. The best thing to do right now is think of how great she was. Think of how much she loved you and think about how much you loved her back." I tried my best to comport him, rocking us back and forth as he cried in to my shoulder.

We stayed like that until his sobbing subsided, and he calmed down. His breathing in my ear was oddly calming. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. I ran my hand over his rust colored hair and down his neck. His heartbeat slowed to mach mine as he relaxed in my arms.

"Ashlyn." He whispered.

"Yes?"

"Why, did you come out here?"

"I was worried about where you went."

"Why?"

At first, I didn't really know the answer to that. Less than twenty-four hours ago I didn't even know Inferno. And now I was sitting on the dirt, hugging him and trying to help him fight his inner demons. He had no love in his recent life, and now he's being forced to take more crap. Sure, he made a bad decision trying to kill his stepfather, but he was just trying to protect what was his. His mom. His sanity. His life.

You know, I've seen people beg readers to, 'push the little purple button!' Im not going to do that. I think it's more of a cornflower blue.

PUSH THE LITTLE CORNFLOWER BLUE BUTTON THAT SAYS 'GO!'

Meh.