The Night

//Chapter 9//

Andrew's POV

I wake up with Ashley on my chest snoring softly. I smile at the thought of last night. I feel her move and I tense up. She looks too peaceful to be woken up. I get my phone and take a picture of her sleeping on me. I set it as my lock screen then put my phone back on the nightstand. I then feel water on my chest, at first I thought it was drool until I heard sniffles and mumbling. I look down to see her crying. I shake her lightly and whisper his name. "Ash. Babe, baby wake up."

"Stop, s-stop!" I feel her hold onto me for dear life. I shake her a little harder this time, "Ashley, wake up. Now." she wakes up with fear in her eyes but the fear fades away quickly. "What was your nightmare about, sweetheart?" I ask while I run a hand through her hair. I see her blush and smile. "Oh it was nothing. Nothing important." I sense something wrong with her. "Ashley?" she hums and looks at me. "What was it about? It couldn't have been something unimportant. So what was it?" I ask sternly. "Hey, I'm starving! Are you hungry? I bet you are, I'll go make pancakes! Would you mind tossing me my panties please?" she says at a very fast pace. She held out her hand, waiting for me to hand her her panties.

I grab them off the floor and put them under my pillow. I then grab my sweats and put them on. "Andrew! Can I have my panties, please?" she begs. "Not until you tell me what your nightmare was about." I say as I get back into the bed. "It was nothing Andrew. Don't worry about it." "Ashley, I have to worry about it! I care about you! If you're having a nightmare, I want you to tell me about it. Please, I don't want to be left in the dark. I understand you haven't been good at opening up to someone other than Rock but, please? I'm your boyfriend now, and I care about you so fucking much and I want to be there for you." I grab her hands and I see her tear up. "No, baby, please don't cry." "You're the only person who's ever told me that, who's ever cared about my nightmares." She hugs me and I rub circles on her back.

I kiss her cheek then hand her her panties. "Please tell me what's wrong, my love." "Okay. The nightmare was about Darren. It was more of a flashback." She started to cry and I helped her put her panties back on.

[if you're sensitive on abuse or rape please skip this until you see bold letters again. Thank you! I love you!]

"A couple of years ago when Darren and I first started dating he was a gentleman. He was very sweet, caring, loving, gentle and stuff like that. Then he started to drink after a year and started to get really drunk. He used to come home at around four am and wake me up. He would hurt me. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Then another year passed and one day he was way passed wasted and he um..." she started to sniffle more and I saw a couple of tears fall from her eyes. "Ash, it's okay. You can tell me, I won't judge you. I won't say anything. You're safe and you can trust me." I rub her arms and lift her chin.

I lean in and kiss her passionately. "It's okay. Now, continue when you're ready." I say as I hold her hand. After a few minutes she starts to speak again. "He raped me. He would throw me onto the ground and strip me and tie me to rail of the stairs. He would gag me with my shirt and rape me. Andrew, I fucking hated it. It hurt, it was my first time, I didn't want it to happen that way. That's why I got all teary eyed last night in the middle of everything. I was remembering what had happened but after a bit it got way better. You gave me pleasure, so much pleasure Andy." She pulls me into a kiss as she cried. I kiss her back and hold her tightly.

[Okay it's over now!]

"You're safe, Ashley. I would never hurt you, trust me." I grab her hand and kiss it. She smiles and gets out of bed. "Now, how about some breakfast?" she says with a giggle. I nod and get out of bed as well. She starts to walk out the door until I carry her bridal style, me being me I think it would be very romantic. I was wrong. As soon as I pick her up she squirms and end up falling on her face. Luckily, she didn't bruise her face, give herself a black eye, or break her nose or fucking skull.

"Ow Andrew! What the actual fuck! You totally just dropped me!" she yells at me. "As if! You decided to be the smartass you are and squirm around so you fell and then you decided to turn around and you fell on your face." I say while laughing. She punches my arm and I pretend as if she's strong as all hell. "Chill babe! You're gonna kill me if you punch me again! Mrs. Strong Arms over here damn!" I then pretend to topple over. She slaps my arm and practically shoves her hand in my face. "Help me up, asshole!" I chuckle and help her up and carry her again. This time I wrap her legs around my waist and she wraps her arms around my neck and I hold her up from the back of her thighs with my arms as I walk down the stairs. Surprisingly, I didn't fall or almost fall.

We head into the kitchen and I place her on the counter. She sits there and watches me make the pancakes. I turn and notice that she was staring at my bum. So, I ask her to watch the pancakes for a minute while I go get my phone. She nods and get off the counter. I run upstairs and grab my phone from the nightstand and go back downstairs. I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. "Damn, you look amazing when you cook." I whisper in her ear then bite her earlobe. "Andrew! I'm trying to make sure I don't burn the pancakes!" "Here." I pick her up and place her on the counter again. I put on some music then sway my hips to the song. I turn and see Ashley blushing profusely. I smile and focus on the pancakes again.