No One Touches Her: Book 1

The Big Bad Wolf on the loose

"What the fuck is he doing here?" I groan.
"Now you know the reason I'm pissed," Veronica says.
"That's your ex-boyfriend Derek right Ashley?" Haley asks.
"Yeah. The Bad Wolf," I say.
"The Big Bad Wolf," Veronica says.
"Why do you call him that?" Haley asks.
"He's a big asshole," I answer.
"Being hot, being cute, he's bad at that," Veronica says
"And he keeps howling for trouble," I finish.
Haley giggles.
"Come on guys, let's go before he sees us-" I say until-
"Ashley! Hey babe," I turn around as Derek approaches us.

As Derek holds my hand about to kiss it, Veronica takes a taser out and shock him(she had a taser?!) I step back and Veronica goes in front of me to block him from me.

"Ouch Vero, don't have to be so rough," He says flashing his hand.
"Why are you here Derek?" Veronica sounds really pissed.
"I just want to talk to Ashley-"
"No! Screw yourself! She replaced your ass for someone else so leave her the fuck alone-"
"To who? Brad? I already know that. I don't care if Brad's hers. I can take her like that."
"Not around me you're not. Just try it."
"Oh please Veronica. Remember you were once my girlfriend so you can't hurt me."
"Well at least I know better not to date an asshole like you."
Derek chuckles and holds her waist about to kiss her but she shock his lips with the taser. He groans in pain and laughs after (weird.) "Not cool Vero."
"Leave us Derek."
He smirks and walks away from us and Veronica hides her taser in her waist.

"I didn't know you had a taser Veronica," I say.
"Just like you have Brad to protect you from flirts, I have my Taser to protect me."
Me and Haley starts to giggle.
"No joke guys. Let's go."
"Alright."

Later on in the day me and Veronica decides to walk together to my house. While we're walking, Veronica starts talking.

"Ashley?"
"Yeah?"
"Did your Dad hit you yesterday?"
".......yeah.."
"I'll talk to him-"
"Veronica you can't-"
"I'm going to! And you're not stopping me!"
I become silent.
"I just care alright. It's not fair you get hit for something you can't solve. What does he want you to do? Teleport over there?"
I giggle. "You're something else Veronica."
"For real though, you don't even have transportation to take you home and Brad certainly can't drive you home either."
"Yeah or else Dad might find out he's my boyfriend."
"Exactly. So I have to talk to him about this."
"But, why didn't you bring Haley with us?"
"Because Haley has a curfew as well, and that's 5 o' clock
Yours is unfair and impossible."
"....I agree."
"That's why I have to talk to your goddamn father."
I laugh at the way she says it.

We reach my house and I knock the door until it is answer by my Dad.

"Ashley-!"
"Good evening sir. I'm your daughter's friend, Veronica. Please listen to what i have to say."
"Talk."
"The time you want Ashley to come here is really impossible. She definitely cannot reach home by 4:30."
"Do you live around here to know that?"
"I may not but I did walk from school to here couple times and it takes one hour to get here."
"Oh really?"
"Yes sir. And that explains why she always reach here in the 5 o' clock region."
"So? What're you saying?"
"I'm saying you should give her a time she can handle. Possibly 5:30."
"Excuse me?! You don't make the rules here?"
"I may not but I care about your daughter a lot and I want her to avoid running from home."
".......fine then. Ashley, make sure you reach here before 5:25 got that?"
"Y-Yes Dad."
"You can go now Miss Veronica. Thanks for taking my daughter home."
"No problem sir. Thank you for your time."

Veronica leaves and Dad pushes me inside. He closes the door and I use that opportunity to run upstairs to my room. As I got halfway he runs and grabs my hand. He holds my shirt collar and throw the glasses from my face.

"So that's what you're doing at school you fucking hard head? Telling your friends what's happening in your home?! Don't you know how to keep your mouth shut?!"
"D-Dad I'm sor-"
He punch me in my belly and I groan in pain. He then spit on my face and throw me on the staircase. I cry holding my belly while Dad storms in the kitchen.