Forgotten (justin bieber fanfiction)

chapter one - back to hell

Ashley:

ashley is a girl, who faces, heartbreak, abuse, criticism, and lonlieness

Ashleys not much of a belieber, but hey, not everyone is right?

at least she has some respect for him and honestly his songs get her through tough obsticles, (A/N btw this is not a completely sad and boring fanfic, trust me life will always get better, especially for ahsley :)

but anyways,

she really believes she's been forgotten. but the paparazzi always seem to remember.

~ Ashleys P.O.V ~

"Bye summer, i'll miss you loads" I say wiping away the tears from my eyes as i drag my luggage down the stairs and out to the yellow taxi that will be taking me back to hell.

"i know you'll miss me" she said flipping her fake weave and laughing "just remember, if dad lays a single finger on you, you have to come and tell me, and we'll arange for you to live with me and the kids"

"summer, i can't intrude, you've already got three little monsters running around, you don't need a 4th" i said laughing and hugging my 2 year old neices, kate, kendall and kylie, yeah i think my sister is kinda nuts on the kardashians, she named two of them after the jenners. i kissed them all goodbye and loaded my stuff into the taxi, i waved as we drove away, i rolled down the window and heard my sister summer shouting.

"Bye Ash, miss you already" i blew kisses and looked back until my sister and her kids were tiny little black dots from the distance, as we got closer to airport i could hear planes taking off in the distance, wind gushed and pushed my hair back, i pulled out my cases from the boot and paid the driver.

"hey i know you from somewhere..." the taxi driver thought "OH YEAH! You're chad Raymond's daughter, doesn't he manage that boy band? i forgot what they were called"

"yeah, my dad does..but he's not all he's cracked up to be..he's..." i almost let the words slip dryly from my mouth.

"thanks!" i said leaving the taxi driver and taking my stuff, i was crowded by paparazzi entering the building, trust me life's not easy when your dad is the manager of one direction. my dad is definatly not what he's cracked up to be...he's abusive, but in the eye of the media he's different....

honestly, i'm fogotten it's like i don't exist...but it's when i do something bad that i'm thrown into my fathers realization...then the abuse starts again

he hits me. and doesn't stop. i've wanted life to end for so long. my sister summer, and her daughters are really all i have.

i'm in the waiting room on one of the chairs and read through my magazine while the paparazzi keep clicking their damn camera's in my face, i watch as US soldiers make their ways to their families, everyone's clapping and cheering, i shake hands with a lot of the men, one of them catches my eye, he winks flirtatiously, he looks about 21...hmm i have no problem with older men, i smirk back as i board my plane.

i walk to the very back with my carry on luggage i shove it in the cubord things above me, i sit in the seat furthest at the back of first class hoping no one will sit next to me, i pull off my sunglasses as the cabin fills up, the only seats availiable now are the 2 seats next to me, two mysterios boys pull the curtains back and make their way over to the back, they open the cubord

"hey are these your bags?" the guy wearing a hoodie asks, i take of my sunglasses and nod "well could you move them?" he snaps, i roll my eyes

"and where do you suppose i leave them?" i reply with the same annoying tone

"i don't know, and i don't care but you can't hog the whole damn thing?" i roll my eyes and slide past him, i catch him looking at my belly button ring, i slide my stuff over to make room for his stuff and slump back in my chair

"happy now?" i ask

"yes" he hisses smugly before pulling off his hood, ugh i should have known

"you're such a jerk" i mutter as he sits down next to me and his friend on the other side, pulling out my magazine, i flip through a few pages and something catches my eye

"look it's you" i say reading out the headline "Bieber does crack" i say his eyes automatically dart to the magazine, he snatches it from me

"HEY!" I screamed

"SHUT UP" He shouts back putting his hand to my mouth, i lick his palm "you disgusting girl" he darts back, i scoffed

"says you" i retort

"whatever" he rolls his eyes, he's a total ass

"you look like you're on crack" i mutter under my breath

"excuse me what?" i seethes, he turns his head sharply like my dad does when he's angry and about to hit me, i flinch.

"i'm sorry..i ..i didn't mean it, don't hurt me please" he releases his anger and a hurt look spreads across his face, like realization had hit him or something, he slumps back in his chair, tension builds between us

"so...i'm alfredo" the guy next to justin reaches out his hand, i shake it and give him a warm smile

"i'm Ashley, but you can call me Ash" i say

"you can call me fredo and this is justin" alfredo points to justin

"yeah, i kinda got that already" i say nodding at fredo "he's kind of an ass" i say whispering over justin even though he can hear

"i can hear you know" justin said, i winked at alfredo and he laughed

"hey, you look like someone i know..." Alfredo says, justin's looking through his phone when

"well,well, well, looks like someone else is in the eye of the public" he said

"what?" i take his phone away from him, dispite his protests, i read through the article "daddies dirty little girl?!!" I hiss and read through the article, it was about me and the soldier that passed by, there was a picture of me smirking at him, turns out he's already a married man.

"great now i'm the slut..." i say throwing his phone at him...what's my dad going to do when i get home? i can only hope he doesn't see it and it all blows over?

"i need to pee" I say getting up and pulling my zip up hoodie off, justins eyes wonder to my stomach again, my crop top sits nicely, i'm wearing skinny jeans and wedge cut boots. I squeeze past them and go to the toilets.

i look at myself in the mirror and all that comes to mind is that i'm a slut, i look at what i wear and suddenly feel insecure...this is why i've never had a boyfriend, never had my first kiss, never did anything to do with boys really, i hate the fact that my dad got transferred to the UK for one direction...

it's like he would give up anything and everything for those boys, they're like the sons he's never had really, ever since my mum died everything changed, he turned alcoholic, abuse and above all not himself, he wasn't the dad i knew.

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 ( FLASHBACK ) 

"ASHLEY!" My dad screamed as he yanked me into the house by my long blond hair

"oooww" i screamed as he pushed me against the walls, all of a sudden flashes were coming through the windows...the paparazzi, his anger errupted as he drew only some of the curtains together 

"SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!" He shouted, and the next thing i knew was a big vase flying strait to my head, and i blacked out

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