The Abused Girl

Knock at the door

Stormy POV
I sat there in the window seal and staring out of it. And the let me just say that, that window was the biggest window I've ever seen by in my entire life. And I sat there quietly waiting to hear how Ashton was doing. And how bad my father hurt him.

Periodically a nurse would come in and check on my vitals and ask how I was doing. And I would say 'fine' even though I was worried sick about Ashton and extremely anxious about my father coming back. My hair was greesy from me running my hands through it all morning and I needed a shower desperately.

I looked over at the small table with wheels they put my breakfast on. Still hadn't touched my food since they put it there almost an hour ago. Then I heard a light knock at the door and it opened before I could even answer.

A girl who looked like she was in her late twenties smiled a nervous smile and walked over to the little table on wheels and grabbed the tray of food and walked right back out of the door without a word. And I went to looking right back out the window.

And all the sudden a loud knock came from the door. I whipped my head in the doors direction and my breath became heavy and I sunk back into the wall scared that, that knock was from my father. My breaths became shallow. I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

The door opened slowly and my hand gripped the cold metal of the window seal. And a familiar figure emerged from the hallway. "Hi!" Ashton walked in with a smile with his busted lip and black eye. My body slowly started to calm down.

"Hey!" I sighed in relief. "Are you okay?" I asked him. "Yeah, just a minor concussion." He said with ease. "I'm sorry." I slumped my head down. Ashton walked closer to me and lifted up my head. "For what?" "For what my father did-" i began and was cut off by Ashton saying "His actions are not you're fault!" He stated.

Tears started welling up in my eyes. And my eyesight began to blur. Suddenly I was pulled into Ashton arms. And for the first time I actually felt safe. Feeling Ashtons arm around gave me a sense of comfort. I don't ever remember feeling this feeling before.

I wrapped my arms around his torso and began squeezing to keep from crying but tears came out anyway as much as I tried to keep them in. I began sobbing into his chest. "Its okay, you'll be okay." Ashton reassured me.