Make Me Smile || Kurt Cobain

Chapter 66 - You're Gonna Stink And Burn

Ashlyn

You know what? I'm tired.

I'm tired of being a victim.

I'm tired of being controlled and manipulated by Izzy. Honestly.

But there was one silver lining to meeting Izzy today... I realized that his threat to kill or harm me was invalid.

When he pressed that knife up against my neck, I realized that it didn't hurt me or cause any slight injury. It felt like... rubber just pressed against my neck.

Izzy probably didn't expect me to realize this because he thought I would be too afraid but the fact of the matter was that it made me realize that no matter how much Izzy threatens to kill me, he was too obsessed with me to even conceive that.

Chris was right.

I really needed to tell someone about this. I couldn't be a slave to Izzy.

And while it scared me to the depths of my soul, I had to tell Kurt.

But as I got into the house, the only person I saw sitting on the couch was Chantelle.

"Hi Chantelle"

"Oh hiii Ashlyn! So great to see you. Where did you go?" She asked, uncharacteristically enthusiastically.

"Just for a walk" I lied. "Have you seen Kurt around?" I asked.

"Nope. And you need a break from him honestly. It's just us gals that are here"

"Terrific" I said, not sure of how to react.

"And I've noticed... we don't really hang out much, together. You're practically a sister to Michael which means you're a sister to me. So I was thinking... how about a pool date? Michael's pool is just sitting there being unused. What do you say? I have new bikinis that would look perfect on you"

"Uhh... the guys are not around right?"

"Nah. None of them are." Chantelle said with a smile.

"Alright, I'm in" I reluctantly agreed. I had no problem with swimming but I still had some bruises on my legs and thighs that I didn't wanna make obvious to anyone. At least not yet.

But Chantelle seemed to have her head in the clouds so I knew I would be fine.

"Oh this red bikini would look perfect on you! Try it on!" Chantelle ordered.

"Alright" I said, as I put the bikini on. Michael and Chantelle's closet had a full length mirror so I could actually see myself in it while I was changing.

And I could focus on were the dark bruises on my thighs.

Fuck.

"Are you done inside there? I wanna check you out" Chantelle asked.

"Um... sure" I said hesitantly and I opened up the door and tried my best to stand straight with my two legs together. "Yay or nay?"

"So when are you gonna tell everyone what really happened to you?" Chantelle asked, pointing to my thighs.

My mouth opened wide in agape as Chantelle uttered those words casually.

"I know a rape victim when I see one. So come on, we can talk a bit more when we get to the pool" She said, urging me to venture down to the pool with her.

God what did I get myself into?

"So what did Izzy do?" Chantelle asked in a concerned manner. I looked down in shame as I wondered how to could explain myself to Chantelle.