chapter two

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Max's POV
Ashley came into work today with her sunglasses on. Ashley never wears her sunglasses inside.
"Ashley what happened?"
"Nothing why?"
"You never wear sunglasses inside."I just got inside an-," I reached for her sunglasses, "Don't touch me Max! Leave me alone!" She swatted my hand away. I grabbed her arm and got in her face.
"Ashley what the hell happened?" I asked as I reached for her sunglasses.
" Max! You're hurting me! Max let go! Your hand is on a bruise! Max please!" She yelled. I didn't let go and removed her sunglasses to reveal a bruise and a gash held closed by what looked to be a small nose strip next to her left eye.
"I'll ask again, what the hell happened who did this?"
"My ex. He came back saying that he changed. He didn't and he was still extremely abusive. When I told him that I had moved on he began to beat me. Whe he slapped me and his class ring cut my face."
I hugged her
"Ashley that's horrible but, why? Why try to hide this?"
Ashley was silent. "Ashley tell me, please. You know that I care about you." She started to cry.
"Max I-I'm scared," she kept crying, "he...he was so cruel to me."
"And you're scared that I'll be that way to you?" She nodded. "Well I won't and you can keep me to that." I kept hugging her until she stopped crying. 
AshleyPOV (last night)
I heard a knock on my door, I opened the door slightly. It was Mark (not markipier).  I tried to close the door but he grabbed it and pushed it open.
"Baby I've changed and I still love you." He started.
"Bull. You'll never change, and I've moved on." I said. His face turned to one of anger. Then before I knew it I was on the ground, crying and covering my left eye.
"You little bitch!" Mark screamed as he picked me up by my hair before he slammed my face into a wall until I went unconscious. I woke up maybe five minutes later to find Mark sitting on the couch laughing at me.
"You never fought back." He laughed, that was what made me snap. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a chef's knife.
"What are you going to do with that?" He said still laughing.
"You're a ballsy fuck! You know that? Now get the fuck out of my house now!" I screamed.
"Aww what you going to do stab me?" Mark said in a mocking tone.
"You really shouldn't put it past me. I'm at the point where I want you dead." When I said that his eyes filled with fear and he got up and ran out the door. I went to the bathroom to see how bad he hit me, I was shocked to see a gash about an inch wide under my left eye; it was bleeding. I went digging through my medicine cabinet looking for butterfly closures. I found one I sighed and put it over the gash.

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