Broken /// Ashton Irwin

Prologue

*Alison's POV*

'You stupid shit, you can do nothing. You never listen to me''

I felt a cold hand slap my face.

''You shall never be successful or have o boyfriend in your life. You will be forever alone. You will never get babies and even if you will they will be as ugly as you are.''

I felt him kicking me in my belly. He pulled is pants down and showed his cock to me. I couldn't bare watching him. Then he pulled my pants and shirt of and started licking me over my whole body as I was laying there numb and naked. I cried, but he put his hand over my mouth.

''Bitch, kiss me'' he yelled.

I hated him, I hated him ever since it happened.Then I felt him coming in to me, it hurt, it hurt so much. I cried, and cried but it didn't help. He only got more rough.

''You feel so good this morning oh bitch.''

He thrusted in and out of me in a crazy speed which hurt so much. As a little girl I always thought life would be a fairytale until it happened. I hear him close his pants and sigh in relief.

''That was great, I'll come back tomorrow.'' He yelled

As I was laying on the ground I heard footsteps moving further away.

There I layed everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. Sometimes a piece of old rotten bread was thrown inside, but I never came outside of the room. Nights long I stayed awake and just layed there on the bare ground. Man hurt me with their bare hands, but no one came to save me.

''Bitch this, bitch that'' I was used to hearing that kind of things, to be punched, to be slapped. My whole body was covered in bruises. I was thin and all I had was a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, nothing to keep me warm when it was cold.

Sweat dripped all over my face when I woke up. The horrible nights there, the men everything came as a flood to my mind. I broke down, there I was an 18 year old girl all alone in a squat. All I needed was cocaine and vodka. Cocaine at least helped me to make a bit of fun in my life and to think about something else. I fell asleep again.

When I woke up the next morning I had the urge to throw up, but I just couldn't. I quickly took a shower and dressed. When I stept out of the door I passed out, well sort of. I could hear a man screaming for help and then I was out.

*Ashton's POV*

''Great show guys!'' our manager called at us when we went backstage.

Me and my band just played another gig in London. We have been away from for like six months already and I miss it like crazy. It's not that I hate my bandmates it's just that I don't really like them. The past couple of months our band has been in the news constantly, about how great our shows are but most of all negativity, I get death treats everyday. I get constantly hate, I am never good enough, but what can I do? It will never be good enough.

Flashes and screams are two factors that have been taking over my lufe for the past couple of months. Whenever we get to our hotel room I'll pick up my razor and cut. I don't want to do it, but it just happens.

Luke always tries to make me happy but I can't stand the hate I am to weak, I can't do this, it's just too much to take in at once.

AN: hey guys, this is the start of the story so I hope you'll enjoy reading it, give it a vote and comment and I hope you enjoy!