Abuse.

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I turned on the radio and ash and I looked at each other smiling as a familiar song come on.

I started singing "all around the world, pretty girls. Wipe the floor with all the boys. "

ash started "pour the drinks, bring the noise. It's iggy iggs.

We both started yelling the lyrics "We're just so pretty!" We looked at each other laughing and smiling.

"All around the world pretty girls. Jump the line to the front. Do what we like get what we want. Where you at, ash!?" I yelled laughing.

Ash began "hey don't you know that it's always the same? From Australia 'round to LA you can betcha', where ever the girls go the boys follow."

My phone began to ring so picked it up and turned the radio off "hey baby." Said my boyfriend Thomas.

I smiled "hey babe."

"Where are you, I didn't see you in first or second period."

I frowned "I am going home sick."

He chuckled "you know better than to lie to me."

"I am going shopping with ash." I stopped the car as we pulled into the parking lot.

"There you go. Come to my house after school." He hung up.

I sighed and opened the car door climbing out and so did ash.

"You need to stop dating him. He is too controlling. I'm surprised he hasn't hurt you yet."

I flinched at that sentence but I continued to walk towards the mall "no, he hasn't. He is good at heart. Give him a chance."

Ash groaned catching up to the pace I was walking "I've tried to give him a chance, more than once. He is a horrible, snobby, controlling, rich, preppy boy. Nothing like you."

I sighed and we walked into the mall. Ash pointed to a store "I always go here to buy my clothes."

We walked into the dark store and began to look around. "There is surprisingly a lot of cute clothes in here." I said as a picked up some black ripped shorts with spikes on the pockets.

Ash smiled as she held some of the clothes I had picked out. We were finally done and she placed them onto the counter for me.

I grabbed my card out of my backpack and waited as the cashier scanned my things.

"How are you ladies doing today?" Said the cute guy scanning my clothes.

"Good." I said as I looked at ash she just stood there silently.

"I can see you aren't a talker." He said as he looked at ash.

"Just scan the clothes and hurry up so we can leave."ash moaned.

I began to giggle as he looked at me with his eyes wide open.

"That will be $2,456.59." Said the cashier.

I swiped my card and it instantly accepted the money. Ash and I grabbed bags and walked out of the store.

"He is so annoying, every time I go into this store he try's to talk to me." Ash huffed.

"He is just trying to be friendly." I said as I rolled my eyes.

"I am hungry." Ash said and she rubbed her stomach.

"Me too, let's get pasta and lemonade."

Ash smiled "you know me so well."

After sitting down and eating for twenty minutes we made our way outside and into my car.

I started my car and said "I'm going to take you home first, then I have to see what Thomas wants."

Ash nodded her head as she leaned her head against the window.

It was a long quiet drive to her house I parked in her parking lot and I leaned over to hug her and I placed a kiss on her forehead "bye ash, I love you and tell mom I said hi and I love her."

Ash smiled "love you too and okay." She climbed out and ran into her house sipping on her take home lemonade.

My heart started to race as I pulled out of her driveway and stared driving towards thomas' house.

I really didn't know what to expect. I mentally prepared myself as I pulled into his driveway.

I got out of my car and began walking up to his door I knocked and there was no answer, so I let myself in.

Thomas sat on his couch with his feet on his coffee table along with a white powder.

Thomas smiled when he saw me walk inside "sit. Bitch."

I flinched at the tone and aggression in his voice and proceeded to sit next to him.

"I heard that you were talking to some kid named olive? Or oliver?"

I began to look away from him and I started stuttering.

He placed his face onto the table before sniffing what was left of the white powdery substance and then he stood up.

He began to unbuckle his bed and he held it in his right hand "stand up. Take your shirt off."

I stood up and began to slowly take my shirt off as tears rolled down my cheeks. I tried my hardest not to show any emotion.

"STOP CRYING BITCH!" He yelled as he swung the belt and it hit me right on my stomach.

It was a stinging and a burning sensation. I screamed out and he continued. After every word there was a hit "THATS." Hit. "ALL." Hit "YOU." Hit. "DO." Hit. "UGLY." Hit "WORTHLESS." Hit "PIECE." Hit "OF." HIT. "SHIT." Hit.

Thomas' brother came downstairs and frowned "that's enough. Damn Thomas. You do this to her every time she comes over. Leave her alone."

He stomped back up the stairs slamming his door.

I was curled up in the corner on that last his all I could do was pray that it would be over soon.

He threw the belt to the ground and began to cry.

I stood up and walked over to him my legs shaking with every step I took.

I sat on his lap pulling him into a hug. He began to cry even harder into my shoulder. He hugged me tighter and tighter.

The welts and cuts stinging.

"You know I love you right?" Thomas cried.

"Yes." I said bluntly.

"You made me do this!" He screamed as he punched me in my stomach.

I flew to the ground and hovered over holding my stomach. He stood above me and just started punching me and kicking me around.

I cried for help. Knowing no one would help. No one ever helps. He finally let me go and I just laid there. That's all I could do. I was too weak to stand. Everything hurt.

Thomas picked me up and carried me up the stairs and into his room. He his bed and started smiling "go home."

I stood up and pulled back on my shirt. I grabbed my bag and my keys and I grabbed my phone and hurried out of his house and outside.

His brother sat in front of where I parked "why do you stay? He said as he looked at me.

I shook my head and climbed inside my car. I started the car and headed towards my house. A/N (This was a hard chapter to right. Btw thanks for all the love and the support.)

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