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A Cry For Help
Ashfur ran his hand through his grey flecked hair angrily, one hand on the steering wheel, he didn't care that he was going over the speed limit, he didn't care that he didn't have his seat belt on (although he probably should) his only thought was to get to Atlas, his son was in danger and he blamed himself for allowing Ravv in his house with the most precious things in the world to him alone. "Come in, come in." Ravv said calmly. Atlas was crying, something he rarely did, and it made Ashfur angry. "He needs his oxygen, Ravv." Ashfur spat. "Ah. Ah. Ah. Not so fast, where do you think you're going?" Ravvanna asked. "Saving my fucking child!" Ashfur spat, connecting his bag. Connor watched worriedly over Ashfur's kid. "Come on, Atti, don't give up on me now. Please." Ashfur whispered. Scourge stood in the doorway, glaring warningly at Ravvanna. Ashfur's heart dropped as he saw his son's heartbeat lower. "Atlas, please. You two are the only things that connect me to your father.. I already lost him, don't make me lose you too." Ashfur said, looking into Atlas's beautiful dark blue eyes. "I got it; get rid of him." Crowfeather said. Ashfur looked back at Atlas again. "He's fine. I promise you." The raven said. Ashfur nodded; he trusted Crowfeather. "Does Alpha male fight your battles for you too?" Ravvanna taunted. Ashfur glared at him. "Crowfeather doesn't fight my battles for me!" Ashfur spat. "Sure he doesn't. You're insecure. You leech onto whoever you can find, Gibbs, Shandler or in this case Rivera." Ravvanna said. "That's not true!" Ashfur spat. "Really?" Ravvanna asked, circling him. "You went to Scourge cause you fell for him right? You had similar interests. You thought he could heal you cause at the time and he did. But you started cutting.. You didn't know how to talk to someone so you used what resources you had and at the time it was your only outlet.. The dreams started up soon after that. And even though they scared you terrified you; you still did it because you liked the feeling. Am I wrong?" Ravvanna asked. Ashfur looked away, pulling his sleeves down. "No." Ashfur muttered. "I thought not." Ravvanna said.












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