Beauty and The Bad Boy

Chapter 30

*Ashton's P.O.V*

Aubrey wasn't at school on Monday. I tried to believe that nothing was wrong, but I had a weird feeling that something was. I tried (and failed) to concentrate during all my classes throughout the day, but with no luck. At lunch I ducked behind a corner and dialed Aubrey's number.

"Hello?" she said.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

She sighed heavily but didn't answer.

"Aubrey?"

"I don't want to say it over the phone. Maybe you could come over after school?"

I said, "sure. I got to go, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

I couldn't get to Aubrey fast enough after school that day. The door opened, and was about to take her in my arms when I realized that it wasn't Aubrey, it was her mother.

"Hi, Ms. Evans, can I see Aubrey?" I asked politely, but inside I wanted to throw her out of the way and scream my girlfriend's name.

"Of course, she's upstairs." I walked past her and up the stairs, pushing Aubrey's bedroom door open when I got to the top.

Aubrey was sitting on her bed. Her hair was messy and she had her glasses on but she looked as perfect as ever. Her headphones were in and she was deeply engrossed in a book.

"Hey," I said. She tugged one of her earphones out. I sat next to her, and I heard a very quiet version of Dangerous Women by Ariana Grande, coming out of her earphones.

"Hi." I put my arm around her small shoulders.

"Cameron got out of going to jail," she blurted finally after a few seconds of silence.

Wait what? WHAT?

"What do you mean? How? W-Why?" I was appalled, disgusted. Who in the world would let that filthy monster loose?

She shrugged, her tears falling fast. "I don't know. Apparently his uncle works in the law office or something. he has a pretty tight connection and they got him out of it. He's getting out of it, and I hate it."

Even I felt like crying. I couldn't believe it.

"It's not fair." I said bluntly, sounding like a two year old. "It's not fucking fair!"

"I know." She looked so sad and defeated. "it's just.." She sighed. "I don't know. He put me through so much. Emotional and physical abuse. Rape. I'll never be the same, and he just gets to fucking get away with it?"

She was right. It was fucked up. She didn't deserve this.

*Aubrey's P.O.V*

Somehow Ashton holding me made it all seem okay. I knew that as soon as he left me, the whole thing would wash over me again, and I would feel like shit, but for right now, it felt okay. He made me feel okay.

All the pain he caused, and he got to keep living his life like everything was normal. Sick. At least they were moving away. And I never had to see his face, or be terrified that I was going to get raped again. Ashton's lips touched the top of my head softly, and somehow I started to forget.

When Ashton two hours later, I felt like shit, just like I had expected. I got in the shower, hoping to wash away my emotions. It was unsuccessful. Even thought it was only 5:00 PM, I changed into some pajamas, French braided my hair, and pushed my glasses onto my nose.

My mom had let me stay home only because the night before I'd hate yet another anxiety attack. She three words continuously, and I almost believed them. But I couldn't get the idea out of my head that somehow Cameron was going to find a way to hurt me again.