I opened the door completely and stepped into the room.
I was right. Jo was hunched in the corner. Her body was pressed against the wall, trying to scoot farther away. I could see the familiar dark brown hair and designer clothing. Asher’s body was heaving up and down, as he tried to control his breathing. His hands were clenched into fists. He was pretty much shaking from anger.
Suddenly, Jo’s eyes met with mine. They immediately widened when she saw me. I could see that her cheeks were tear-stained and there was a red mark on her cheek. I immediately recognized it as a slap mark.
Unfortunately, Asher noticed Jo’s eyes on me. He turned around and he nearly gasped when he saw me. His eyes were widened and he stared at me with his mouth gaping open. His mouth opened and closed again, as he tried to search for words to say.
I didn’t know what to say. I was in so much shock right now, that I couldn’t even say anything myself. Asher just stood in front of me with his mouth opening in closing.
“U-Um,” Asher finally stuttered out, “What are you doing here, Niall?”
His voice was calm, it really made me pissed. I glanced over at Jo to see that her position hadn’t changed. My eyes widened when I realized more about her appearance. Her clothes had been torn at and were wrinkled, like someone was trying to pull them off of her.
“What did you do to her?” I whispered, my voice barely louder than a whisper. Asher shook his hands and put his hands up in defense, “You got this all wrong, man-” he began, but I interrupted, “Then, why don’t you tell me?”
Asher seemed nervous. He let his hands fall back to his sides and he casually stuffed them in his pockets, “W-Well, um, we were… having sex and she likes it rough…”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spat out. Asher frowned, “What are you talking about, Niall? Stop intruding in on our personal life, okay? We’re fine, aren’t we Jo?”
He turned, so he was looking at Jo. Jo’s eyes met his and she quickly nodded in reply, but didn’t say anything. What the hell did he do to her?
I took a step closer to Asher, “Did you hit her?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, but I was so angry that it came out shaky. Asher shook his head again, “No, I love her, I wouldn’t do that.”
“You’re so fucking sick!” I yelled at him, finally raising my voice, “You go and beat her up for your own damn pleasure! Let me guess, you also raped her, didn’t you, you prick!”
“I didn’t!” Asher yelled. I took another step closer, clenching and unclenching my fists in frustration. My nails dug into the palm of my hand. I really wanted to kill him right now.
“Jo, did he?” I asked her, my voice softening for her. Jo clumsily pulled herself up to her feet. She gripped onto the bedpost beside her for support. She looked like she was in a lot of pain.
“No,” Jo answered. She wasn’t even looking at Asher anymore, she was looking directly at me.
“Then, what the hell happened to you?” I asked. I tried to control my anger, but I let a cuss word slip out. Why is she saying this? The obvious answer was that Asher did it, what other explanation is there?
“Niall, it is none of your business, please leave,” Jo demanded. No, I can’t leave her with him. He will keep beating her. I keep imagining Asher screaming at her. I could see Jo backing up into the corner. Then, Asher threw something at her, so she quickly ducked and slid to the ground, so she was sitting. Asher ran over to her and tried to force her to take off her clothes. He tore at them, trying to rip them off of her body. Jo tried to get him off, but she couldn’t.
