5SOS Imagines vol. 2

He Finds Out You Were Sexually Assaulted-AI

YOUR POV

Two weeks. Two weeks since it happened. Two weeks since someone pulled me off the street and into an alley. I was sexually assaulted. Thrown against a wall, grabbed in places I didn't want to be touched, kissed against my will, and scared out of my mind.

I hadn't told anyone what happened. I was scared to. I was threatened if I did tell. I lived with my boyfriend and I think he knew something was up. He constantly asked me if I was okay. He'd stop after I said I was fine, but his face proved he wasn't convinced.

I stopped getting undressed in front of him, afraid he'd see the bruises that just won't go away. I was afraid to get close to him after what happened. I know he'd never hurt me, but that part of me can't help but panic.

I sat on the couch slapping my hair tie against my wrist to distract myself from everything. Ashton walked in and took a seat next to me on the couch. He took one look at me and I knew something was about to happen.

He took my hand and dragged me into our bedroom. He shut the door and locked it behind him. Oh no. No no no no no. What the fuck is he going to do?

"Ashton, unlock the door," I choked.

"No," he said.

"I swear to god, Ashton. If you don't unlock that door, I will-"

"You'll what?"

"Please, Ash..." Tears started falling now. "Please just let me out."

"Not until we talk. I locked the door so that you would have to stay in here. We need to talk about this."

"There is nothing to talk about," I lied.

"Yes there is. Look at you, (y/n)! You're a mess! You haven't gotten any sleep, you hardly leave the couch, let alone the house, you look like you've seen a ghost half the time, and don't even get me started on the fact that your food intake has decreased. Like a lot. What the fuck is going on with you?"

"Ashton I can't... I just... Please let me out."

"You can't what, (y/n)?" He was shouting now. "Dammit, (y/n)! Do you know how hard it is for me to get through my day knowing that there is something bothering my girlfriend?"

He took a few steps forward. "Ashton, don't," I warned. I didn't want him near me if he got angry.

"Don't what? Don't care? I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I can't do that." he had backed me against the wall and memories from that traumatic night flooded my brain. I shut my eyes hoping that would make them disappear. "Now tell me what happened."

"I was raped," I shouted in his face. "There! Now you know! Are you fucking happy?" I slid down the wall and sat with my knees to my chest. I was crying now. Ashton stood towering over me. He knelt down with me.

"Baby... Why didn't you say anything?" I shook my head, not wanting yo talk about it. "Awe, honey," he cooed and cupped my face. He kissed my forehead and wiped away my tears. "Did he hurt you? Leave any marks?" I nodded my head, still unable to form words. "Let me see," he said gently. He helped me up and when I stood, I pulled off my shirt completely so he could see everything. There were bruises on my sides, rib cage, and back. "Jesus," he muttered. "How long has it been?"

"Two weeks," I whispered.

"(y/n)... Why didn't you tell me as soon as it happened?"

"I-I was scared," I said. "And its not exactly a subject I can just come out with like 'hey, babe. You'll never guess what happened to me today. Some guy dragged me into an alley and raped me'. I can't just come home and announce it!"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, princess. What were you doing? Where were you?"

"I was walking home from work."

"I'm never letting you leave this house alone again. And we are getting you a car." I felt him looking at me. I covered my chest with my arms. "These bruises are really dark. They haven't faded at all?" I shook my head. Ashton gently ran his fingers over my rib cage. I winced and pulled back. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

"What? Why?"

"If those bruises are still there after two weeks, you could have internal injuries. Not to mention the fact that a couple of your ribs might be broken or cracked." I nodded. "And then we are going to the police."

"No... Ashton... I mean, its been two weeks. They probably won't do anything."

"They will, (y/n). They need get him before he does it to someone else."

"We can't, Ashton."

"Why not?" I looked down at the floor. "Oh my- You know who it was, don't you?" I nodded, but didn't speak. I think that was enough for Ashton to figure it out. "It was your ex, wasn't it? He found out your route home from work."

"Yes and if Jordan finds out I told someone, he will kill me."

Ashton took a step closer to me and cupped my face. "I will not let that happen, (y/n). No one is going to touch you again. I promise." He wiped away my tears and kissed me softly on the lips. "C'mon. Let's go get you looked at. " He helped me put on a clean shirt and we drove to the hospital.

a/n: should i write a part two? comment what you want!