Let Love Bleed Red

Chapter 12

*Ash’s P.O.V.*

I was half asleep when he came. The door opened, I was expecting a nurse or doctor but it was my dad. What the hell was he doing here..?

“It’s fine, I’ll take her home..” He must be talking to someone, a nurse maybe, outside the door. He came in and closed the door.

“Right. You, get up. Now.” He came over to me and ripped the IV out of my arm.  I cried out as it ripped my skin. The pain was nothing like when I cut myself. That pain was a good kind of pain, but this was horrible!

My dad started throwing my clothes and things at me, yelling to get up. I got up, wincing with pain. I got dressed in the little bathroom and came out to find my dad waiting, drinking a beer.

He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me out of the room, down to the car. He literally threw me in the back seat, got in the drivers side and drove back to our house, drinking the entire time. I was afraid he’d crash or something.

At the house, I picked up my bags and walked slowly inside. I went upstairs to my room, and collapsed on my bed. I was lying there daydreaming to myself, when my door burst open, my dad standing in the doorway. He stood over me and slapped my face really hard.

“Listen up, little ho. I missed out on some fun time last night because you ran off and got yourself stabbed, so I’m going to make up for that time now.” His words slurred. I backed up, trying to get away from him, hitting the bed board.  He advanced towards me.

“Don’t. Dad please…” I was terrified. Dad started to take off his rumpled shirt. Oh God no.. I closed my eyes, praying he wasn’t going to rape me. I felt the bed creak as he climbed on to it. Tears started to leak from my eyes, down my cheeks.

“Now now baby, don’t be frightened.” He stroked my cheek, caressing it. I froxe, too scared to even try stopping him. I still had my eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door downstairs. Dad stopped for a minute, then got off the bed and stumble d downstairs, pulling on his shirt as he went. I let out a shaky sigh of relief. I crept to the top of the stairs to see who it was.

“Um.. Mr Grant? Is Ash home?” It sounded like.. Eoghan? What was he doing here? I crept downstairs quietly.

“Who are you? What do you want with my daughter?” Dads’ voice was rough and slurred. I cringed.

“I just came around to see her, see if she’s ok.” Aw, he was so sweet. i moved closer to the door. Eoghan must have seen me move because he pushed his way inside.

“Ash? You there?” I moved into the light so I could see him. His lip was all messed up, his snakebites gone. What happened to him? My dad grabbed his t-shirt and shoved him against the door frame.

“How dare you barge in to my house! You get out and don’t come back! I bet you’re the one who did that to Ashley!” He shoved Eoghan out the door and slammed it in his face.

“Dad, you didn’t have-“ He raised his hand and slapped my face again. I gave a small scream.

“You stay away from guys, only I’m aloud near you, you stupid whore!!” He picked up an empty beer bottle from the many lying around, and threw it at me, narrowly missing my shoulder.

He picked up his keys and stumbled to the door. He pulled it open and I thought I saw something move from the doorstep.

“Clean up that mess, you useless piece of scum. You better be here when I come home.” He walked outside and I heard the car drive away. I slumped down on the ground and curled into a ball, crying. A minute later I felt someone crouch down beside me.