A/N Before you read:
Hi guys! I just wanted to let all of you know that this story is all fiction with components of what the boys have done in the past. Like Ashton's little brother Harry, though his age is not correct.
I also wanted to tell everyone to expect grammar errors, I try to find all of them before I update but sometimes I miss them.
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The loud beep of my alarm rang in my ears. I groaned loudly as pressure was applied to my new bruises when I sat up. Though I felt like crap I had to get up and go to work.
I inspected the purple bruises on my stomach and ribs. They hurt like hell and my Father was to blame. His beatings had got more brutal as time went by. But, the only thing I could do to avoid them was stay out of his way. This was a problem at times when he got home from work or I did.
Yet this wasn't something unusual I still cried as I looked at the cut on my chin that I covered with makeup. When I covered it as much as I could I set out to work.
I sat in a long line of cars waiting to cross the intersection. My hands tapped the beat of my favorite song on the steering wheel. Softly humming the tune I bobbed my head back and forth.
Honks and roars came from the car next to me catching my attention. A boy with long, slicked, black hair starred back at me. I gaged slightly as he blew a kiss in the direction of my face. My head turned forward and thankfully the light changed to green.
Before the boy could catch up I was gone, turned down a dirt road that he wouldn't be able to follow. When the Sunny Orchards Preschool came into view I slowed, turning into the parking lot.
I took my purse from the passenger seat and began to make my way to the front office. The secretary greeted me, "Good morning Alice. Ready for work?" She quickly snapped from her stare at my hurt face. I didn't blame her, I would stare too.
The paper I checked in on was set on the table just like every other day. As I wrote I replied, "I'm never ready," before continuing I yawned, "The kiddos always tire me out."
I finished checking in and went to my classroom. The door had already been unlocked and the lights were on. Mrs. Morgan sat at her desk, papers clustered the whole table top.
"Mrs. Morgan! Have you been here all night?" I exclaimed. Normally she was never as early as I was. Since I was only an assistant I liked to be early to make a good impression.
It seemed like my presence startled her. She lifted her head from a paper she had been vigorously writing on. Her hands brushed through her messy hair as she spoke. "Yes dear. I had to get some papers done before I retired and must've lost track of time."
Her eyes were drooping with sleep. Every time she blinked her eyes would stay shut a little longer. I sighed, "When the kids come let me do check in, you should go get some sleep in the break room." My body felt fragile and I expected I needed sleep more than her, but she was a mess.
"Really doll?" She stood slowly. Her eyes brightened at the thought of sleep.
I smiled, "Yeah." Just before she left I yelled, "Don't worry, I won't burn down the school."
She laughed while speed walking down the hall. Her short, plump body looked odd moving so quickly. Like a fish flopping out of water.
I watched the clock closely. Piles were formed on Mrs. Morgan's desk as I aimlessly made them. Just before the clock ticked to eight I laid each students name tag and sign in sheet on their desks.
Sleepy students began to trickle into the room holding their parents hand. I greeted each with a smile and collected the filled in sheets.
When a little girl began to cry after her Mom left I cradled her in my arms. With a soft voice I told her how much fun she would have today.
