Dance The Pain Away

Part 1

Ashley's POV :

"Please, stop ! I can't take anymore pain! I can't do this!" I begged him with all my remained power.

"Shut up, woman! You are mine, only mine and you will do as I say!" Kevin shouted and pinned me down on my bed.

I fought him as much as I could, but for every attempt of kicking, hitting and shouting for help I earned more beating in return.

Just when he was about to enter me, I heard myself screaming louder than I ever did before.

"Wake up, honey, it's just a bad dream, you're safe." Ryan, my best friend coos.

At that moment I don't know what to feel. On one side I am relieved that it was just a dream, but on the other side I know, that this nightmare would turn into reality soon.

"Was it about Kevin?" Ryan asks me.

Not being able to speak I just nod.

"I told you you need to leave him. You know you can always live here. But forget him for now, you are safe here, he can't do anything to you." He trys to calm me down.

At first it was no use, but after a while I calm myself down and am able to talk again.

"Thank you." Is all I manage to say.

"Do you want a cup of tea or anything else? It's still in the middle of the night." Ryan suggests.

"No, I don't need anything, I'll just try to sleep, it's okay." I say.

"Are you sure?" He asks concerned.

"Yes I'm fine. Just go to sleep again." I assure him.

I know that he knows that I am definitlely not okay, but gladly he understands that I don't wanna talk about it.

"Goodnight." He says while kissing my forehead.

He leaves my room, well, it is his apartment and therefore it is his room, but as often as I slept here we both call it "my" room.

In those moments I'm more than happy to have a bestfriend like Ryan, even in my most vulnerable situations he would never ever take advantage of me, because at first his personality is way better than that and second, he was gay, so I don't have to worry about him hitting on me or something like that.

I think for a girl a best friend who is gay is a must. When you need the feminine side of a person he can relate and when you need the masculine side of a person he can relate too.

Ryan is like the opposite of me. Just for example :

In highschool I was very quiet and shy, spent most of my time dancing and usually got good grades. I was far away from a straight A-Student, but I always learned enough for a B.

Ryan, as he told me, was very popular at his school, had many friends, his grades went from an A+ to an E (he told that was because of the teachers). And the most important thing, he loved shopping.

We met at college. He studied fashion design while I took classes in dancing, but we spent every lunch together. College was the greatest time of my life, I had so much fun during that time.

With those toughts of my BFF and me, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

-hours later-

After I wake up at a normal time, I go to Ryan's kitchen and make breakfast for both of us : Coffee and french toast for me and a cup of tea and pancakes for him

"Good morning, beauty, did you sleep well? " Ryan asks me with a sleepy smile.

"Yup, you?" I answer shortly while placing our mugs on the table.