Supernova

Chapter 9

Ashley's POV:

I wake up to the bright sun shining through a singular slit in the curtains and react with a groan. It was Monday morning. I go to turn over to check my alarm clock by the side of my bed but am met with a sting all up my upper right thigh and forearm. I look at my limbs which are an instant reminder of last night. That explains my throbbing headache.

Reluctantly, I push myself out of my bed and walk downstairs to grab a drink, regardless of how I look. I mean it's not like anyone's going to see me. "Good morning Ashley" I turn around from the fridge to see Y/N and MK sat at the dining table, coffee and a fruit bowl already made. "Wha- what are you guys doing here?", I just managed to stutter out. Had I have known that they were here; I would have A) covered up my bruises, and B) actually put some clothes on considering I'm just in my bra and underwear.

"Uhm, well you called me last night and I came round to find you crying..." Y/N stopped herself before saying anything else. "I don't remember that", I stated plainly and looking away from her to send a glare at my sister. I mean, was that a lie? Yes. Does it avoid awkward conversation about our kiss yesterday? Yes. I folded my arms and questioned my sister: "So why are you here?"

MK sighed and looked to Y/N for reassurance. She nodded in reply and stood up. "Ash, I called MK over last night after I put you to bed because I didn't know what to do. I was scared for you. I am scared for you. And have been ever since the last time this happened", Y/N explained.

"So, you told her?"

"I did. And I'm sorry for doing that but she's your sister. Why would you not want her to know? She loves you and only wants the best for you"

"Because she can't help me"
"And I can?"
There was silence for a moment of two.
"Please, Ash. I hurt to see you like this; in pain. It causes me pain and hurt."
"I see what you're saying Y/N. I'm just scared. What happens if it happens again but it's worse? Could I even go to the police? Would they believe me? I don't want this story to be in the news or on the front cover of the weekly celebrity gossip magazine!"

Y/N walked forwards and wrapped her big strong arms around me as I began to spiral. "Please help me Y/N!" She shushed me as she rocked me slightly from side to side to calm me down. "Just sit down and explain what happened", MK spoke up as she pulled out a chair for me and poured another cup of coffee. 

I sat down. "Louis hit me. That's it. It doesn't matter", I explained in a monotonous tone. "Ashley Fuller Olsen. Don't be so stubborn and feeling sorry for yourself! I'm sick of it. Can't you tell we're trying to help you? Look at Y/N and me and tell me you can't see how much we both love you and want to make sure you are cared for properly!" I looked at Y/N, her eyes now displaying tears on the brim of spilling. "Ash, I don't think you understand how much you mean to me. To the both of us. And every time he does this, it not only breaks and hurts you, but it hurts us to see you like that and it breaks my heart to see you so low. You don't deserve that. You don't deserve him. You deserve the very best"

My eyes began to water at her words. Did she really mean that? MK rubbed my back soothingly: "Please let us help you, Ash" I looked over at Y/N who nodded in approval. "He gets stressed. He's been at the studio from 5-11 the past few weeks, barely spending any time here anymore. And when he does, he says I don't understand the importance of his work and I apparently irritate him because I crave his attention too much and he doesn't like that. He gets mad quickly when I ask him questions like where he's been" I hadn't realised that I had been crying until Y/N wiped my cheeks and under my eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. "It's okay Ash"

"He promised he wouldn't do it again. He promised. I believed him. He told me he loves me. I thought he loved me. Why- why would he do this if he loved me? Have I done something wrong? He- he left me here. He just left me after- after he hurt me. He didn't care about how I was. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't love me. What if it happens again? Please. Please help me. I don't know what to do." I wailed like a baby; unable to think.