The Love Trials: Ashley

Chapter Fifteen

WARNING. SEXUAL ABUSE TRIGGERING. ALSO MENTIONS OF RAPE, SEXUAL ABUSE, MURDER, DRUGS AND SO FORTH.

****This chapter is a big one but key to the story so read on but consider the warnings above please****

He had left my door unlocked and with glee, I went downstairs to grab a snack. I doubted there would be much food to satisfy my hunger pangs and I honestly didn't feel like carrot and cucumber sticks or the tub of salad for tonight's dinner but I found a bag of apples and munched on one of those.

As I was halfway through, the front door banged open and I jumped. My apple fell out of my hand. I froze like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a monster truck. I heard heavy footsteps pounding away from me so I picked up the apple and threw it in the bin. I then quietly went to the living room.

It reeked of whisky and I understood why as I entered the room. Bradley was staggering about the room, mumbling swearwords to himself. In his hand was a bottle of whisky, half empty of course.

"Bradley?" I whispered, not wanting to go any nearer. He spun around and he swayed as he took in myself.

"How did you get out of bed?" My sarcastic side was yelling 'with my legs???' but my instincts were screaming at me for me to tell the truth, especially while he was like this. I hadn't used sarcasm in a while due to my instincts knowing better.

"You left the door unlocked." He considered this and I knew he was trying to think of a way to turn it on to me.

"You saying I'm stupid or something?" I felt horrified. I knew what was coming...

"No! Not at all! It's my fault!"

"Too right." He came right up to me and raised his hand. And I did something that I shouldn't. I flinched. He stopped and looked at me again. Shit. He grabbed me by my arms and pushed me up roughly against the wall. I didn't want to, not while he stank so badly but I didn't want to be hurt anymore so I went into ragdoll mode, only giving slight action. However this just seemed to infuriate him. He broke the kiss and glared at me.

"What the fuck are you doing? Just fuck me," He shook me hard. Really hard. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

"I... Should we go upstairs then?"

"No. Right here."

"O... Okay..." He grabbed me hard by my arm and dragged me into the middle of the living room. He pushed me. I didn't catch myself. I didn't know why, I just didn't. So that's probably why I blacked out.

Flashes of present came to me periodically. Him kissing me roughly and not getting a response earned me a hit in the mouth. I didn't respond because I was just coming round but his punch hurt. I was out again. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was doing. Over and over. My lack of response earned me much more than one hit and I felt the pain everytime I came round only to be knocked out again. The last straw was when he hit me over the head with something for a reaction and that was it. I was gone.

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"Ash? Come on, honey." I didn't want to wake up to pain and hurt. I wanted to go back to sleep.

"Let her sleep. Give her this. I honestly hope you love me, Ash because my job is on the line currently."

"The fuck is that?"

"Morphine. It'll help."

"Let's just get her home."

"How long, Cathy?"

"Ages. Think he's going to KFC. He's right on the other side of town, or heading that way anyway."

"Twenty minutes on average."