The Abused Girl

Smile

Ashton's POV
"Look up." I heard talking to Stormy on the phone. I steadily move my head upwards to see a girl laying on the ground surrounded by a flock of five guys. I study them for a second before realising that, that girl on the ground was Stormy.

"Shit!" I whisper. She hung up the phone without a word. Trying my best to make my stupid brain work, I slap myself on the forehead. I speed walk trying my best to look natural. Or look in anyway normal. My phone in my non dominant hand and my other fist clenched tightly into a ball.

     "About time!" I heard Stormy say underneath her breath. The boys back away a step or two staring at me intensely. I slide my phone into my back pocket and and help Stormy bounce to her feet. Her stick straight hair was slightly damp and some stuck to her face.

I make eye contact with one of the guys and look at him, my eyes daring him to look away. After a minute or so he nudged one of his buddies and they followed him while walking away from us. "Welp," Stormy started "I guess you didn't need your friends?" She smiled awkwardly but  a bit timid.

I started walking in the direction of her house "Uh, what are you doing?" She asked following me. "I'm walking you back to your house." I stated not turning to look at her. Minutes later, we are still walking and completely have nothing to say to each other.

And the endless road finally ended as soon as I came upon the crappy apartment building. "Bye!" I waved and turned on my heels to walk away. But was stopped by a familiar voice. "Thank you." I smiled, still not turning around I answered "Anytime."

Stormy POV
I told him thank you and walked through the gate and slammed it shut. I didn't want to come back to this disgusting place. I reluctantly drag my feet walking up the stairs. My body was not made for running. I leaned against the rail to provide support.

     I dig into my pocket searching for the keys. But the door opened unexpectedly. I was met with the most menacing smile I had ever seen before. A smile that held mischief and rage. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping that he would go away. And when I opened my eyes back up, he was still there, haunting me with that dreadful, awful, smile.

I was grabbed by the back of my head and dragged into the house. Expecting to be thrown on the floor, as usual, I brace myself. But not hard enough. I was slammed into the kitchen wall. And hit the hard tile. I let out a painful groan. Gasping for the air. I couldn't breath.

Trying my best to crawl away. Fancy dress shoes dug into my back. And then James kick my ribs about three times before hitting my face with the steel toed boot. Everything went dark.