Hurt Me, Master

Chapter 9: Catastrophe

Ashley's p.o.v.

As soon as I get back home, I see my mom staring at me like I forgot to turn off the stove. "What's wrong?"

"Your father wants to see you." She rolls her eyes towards his study. I could not help but gulp, from the cold tone, I can make out, I am in for something bad.

"Can't this wait? I just had the perfect date and I am exhausted." I pout a bit until her silence tells me what to do.

I keep my bag on the breakfast counter and walk towards his study, as I open the door, I see him sitting on his chair, lost in thought. "Dad, you wanted to see me?"

"Where were you?"

My face turns pale just as I hear those words and stutter, "M-movie."

"Which one?" His gaze fixed at the carpet while he cracks his knuckles.

"Why do you care?" I scoff.

He looks up and within seconds he pins me against the door, his hand around my throat. "Answer me."

Tears begin rolling down my cheeks as he punches the wall beside me.
"I know where you were."

At this point, I can't even look up at him as I begin sobbing and hiccuping at the same time. I could feel my heart clench, as the pain spreads from my throat to my legs, which begin trembling.

"I am sorry." I squeak.

"Last time you let a man beat your whore ass, today you went out with another one. If you wanna live under this roof, stop acting like a whore." He slaps me hard across the face before throwing me down on the floor and walking out.

I couldn't even gather the courage to stand up as I lie there, lifelessly immobile with a stream of tears wetting the carpet. My gaze fixed at the dim lamp and the tick-tock from his pendulum clock synced with my heartbeat which was practically pounding.

The night which I believed was perfect, turned out to be a disaster.

The next day~~

I wake up as the scorching sunray hits me in the face. I observe my surroundings and recall what happened, which makes my heart clench even harder as I begin sobbing again. Until I gather the courage to stand up and walk back to my room with dignity. I also take my bag off the counter as I reach back to my room and check my phone, the first text is obviously his. "I had a great time, love."

"Me too, sir." I reply back.

I smile a bit and look at my reflection in the mirror and notice my flustering cheeks until I realize it is the bruise. From the slap.

I run into the bathroom and take off my clothes for a quick shower and begin scrubbing off some gel on my face as well.

I end up covering up the tiny bruises on my cheek and neck with some concealer as I get ready for the day and quickly walk out, avoiding the family breakfast.

Hey fam, I just got over with exams. Now the updates will be super regular!! Every Friday!!