Farrah
[hope this makes up for a month w/out updating!]
"So did you beat him?" Ashton asked, standing up from his chair in the hallway as he begins racing up to me.
"Ashton, this is business, not a basketball game." I explain calmly, smoothing down the orange jumpsut that lay flat on my stomach. "But yes, i did beat him." I let a smile creep up on my face, placing my fingers in between one another.
"Wait really?" Ashton asks, pulling me towards him and lifting me into the air. "I'm so happy for you baby girl," He practically cheers, using his taunt arms to hold me up. He smiled up at me, showing his teeth that overlap in the front.
Ashton placed me down on my feet, allowing an officer to handcuff us. If our hug--moment, whatever it was, lasted any longer we could have had more time put on our stay in prison. But thankfully, these officers were kinda laid back. Chris was going to be staying in another jail, and will be on a lifetime restraining order from Jordan, Amy and myself, along with any female within eleven feet of him, thankfully. Sound harsh? Its not, hes disgusting and should even have the privilege to see anyone.
"Far?" Ashton cooed, drawing my attention back to him as we walk through the hall and into a squad car, to drive back to the prison.
"Mhm" I reply, ducking my head under the tip of the car.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks, watching my face as I look towards him.
"Nothing," I reply simply, turning my attention towards the window.
"I really wish I could touch you. --Hold you, i mean hold you right now." He fumbles, sighing into his seat, hands behind his back.
"I know, and I wish i could do the same. Only a few minutes until we get back." I remind him, watching cars pass by. Ashotn steals one last glance my way before situating himself.
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"Farrah!! You fucking dominated that rats-ass i'm so proud of you!" Amy enveloped me into a tight hug, i returned the favor and allowed the others to congratulate me on winning my case. There was enough evidence and witnesses to conclude the case in one day, therefore months of waiting for an answer thankfully didn't occur, which I was extremely relieved about.
"Im so proud of my princess." Ashton spoke, wrapping his arms around my stomach and resting his chin on my shoulder.
"What the fuck"
"No"
"ew"
"Dude stop"
"gross" echoed our group, and I agree. What the hell happened to ashton? Why is he acting so comfortable in front of everyone, it catches me off guard and I cant help but be even more attracted to him. What can I say? I've always been a secret sucker for slow romance, but no, not with ashton.
"Okay lovebirds, we are off to do whatever the fuck we normally do. See you at breakfast?" Calum pipes in, taking Jordan's hand, ready to pounce to another location. Ashton nods, answering for the two of us, the group following calum and jordan outside.
"Thank god that got them away." Ashton stood, breaking the contact between us. Confused, i look up at his tall figure.
"I want to reward you." He places the palm of his index finger under my chin, tilting it up towards his lips. His gentle, dry pair meet mine in a slow, exaggerated kiss. I wither under his touch, pulling away. "I want to make you feel like the most important girl you are," He whispers into my hear, lips dragging down my ear lobe onto my neck where he begins sucking the skin there. He pulls pressure away from the skin, tongue running over the tender skin to sooth the pain. A struggle moan escapes my lips.
"Bathroom. Now, little girl." Ashton pulls away, allowing me to turn back down the hall which withholds the women's bathroom. He spanks my ass, and I can only imagine him smirking as my butt falls back into place as my stride quickens. I can almost feel the thumping in my vagina as i walk through the bland hall.
After situating ourselves into a stall, Ashton seats himself on the toilet, looking up me. He slowly undoes the buttons to my orange jumpsuit, gliding his cold fingers over the soft skin on my stomach. He impatiently removes the orange, showcasing my body in a grey sports bra and underwear. You don't get much color in jail. He glides his hand down my panties, placing his index finger onto my throbbing pussy.
Something within me sparks a result, springing tears into my eyes and flashbacks to my mind. "Stop!" I yelled, pushing his shoulders. I didn't see ashton, I saw chris. I saw his nasty words and sharp drawn face. I saw his forceful hands and how they were used in his favor. "Stop!" I cried, backing up against the stall door.
"Whats your problem?" Ashton asks, annoyed. I cry harder, i feel my hands begin to shake as i turn immediately and open the door. I trip on my own two feet and fall to the floor, the world becomes blurry and I can no longer breath correctly.
"Farrah." Ashton, demanded. Or chris? I cant even tell anymore, all i know is that I have to get away. I pull my jumpsuit towards me (that was on the floor), trying to pull my legs through the lengthy holes but it doesn't work. The water pouring from my eyes keeps my vision blurry and i cant focus, a struggled sob leaves my mouth.
"Baby," Ashton calls, softer this time. He reaches his hand towards me,
"No! Get away from me!" I scream, trying to wrap the orange around my body well enough for me to leave the bathroom.
"Whats going on?" Someone in a beige looking uniform enters the bathroom, an unreadable look catches his face when he spots me on the floor. I continue to cry, not being able to form words. "Who else is in here with you" The stern voice echos. He comes closer, looking into the stall and finding ashton.
"what did you do?" He asks, watching as i try to regain my breathing. "did he hurt you?" I continue to sob, not giving answers as I can barely form the questions in my mind. After what feels like hours, the two men leave the bathroom, the one in beige returning soon after.
"Alright Farrah, seems like you are having recalls of what happened a few days ago. You need to take deep breathes, Mr Irwin has been taken back to his quarters and will no longer be around you without an officer near. Also, if i catch either of you in a bathroom--for one gender only--you will both be sentenced to more time, and i'm sure as hell that's the last thing either of you want on your list." He explains as I finally manage to pull the jumper up my legs and higher onto my waist. I take a deep breath and nod my head, allowing him to leave the restroom in order for me to finish putting on my outfit.
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THIS CHAPTER SUCKS SO BAD OMF
but its something, so i hope you enjoyed
do you guys want backstories of how everyone got into the jail??
Jor ; )
