"No, no, no. Not today." I bite back my tears and turn around, walking into the bathrooms again. My phone buzzes and I pick it up, deciding to leave whomever decided it was ok to text me on seen.
That is, until I saw who it was.
Ashton: Rowen, are you ok?
Ashton: Rowen? I can't go into the girls bathroom.
Ashton: Fuck it.
I read the text as I hear the door open. I stifle a giggle as I meet his eyes in the mirror, not quite ready to turn around. I look down at the sink, realizing how red and puffy my eyes probably are.
"What's wrong?" Ashton asks, and I let out a choked sob. He comes up behind me and I bury my head in his chest, not even bothering to hide my tears anymore. Ashton gently rubs my back and whispers comforting words in my ear.
When I finally calm down enough to talk, he repeats his question. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. "My abusive ex-boyfriend, Noah. That's who was in my office."Ashton sits on the counter and leans against the wall, his legs over the sinks. I sit opposite him in the same position, our knees touching. "He used to come home drunk, and he would hit me. He-" I swallow the sob that was fighting its way out. "He stole my vir- my virginity." I whisper, hugging my legs tighter to my chest. I see Ashton's face change from worried to angry, and fear takes over.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I whimper, a tear running down my cheek. I brace myself for what will surely happen next, I've made him angry. Now I have to be punished. But to my surprise, Ashton storms out of the bathroom, and I jump at the door slamming behind him.
I snap to my senses and run out the door, not even bothering with how I look. I get to my office, where Ashton is punching Noah repeatedly and Michael is trying to stop Ashton.
"STOP! Ashton! Please." I start out strong, my voice dying down to a whisper. Michael looks up and Ashton motions to get me out of the room, but that one second is enough for Noah to gain control. The boys flip and Ashton is now pinned to the ground.
The next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital room. The constant beeping from my heart monitor does nothing to soothe my pounding headache, and I press the button next to me that's labeled 'nurse'.
"Welcome back, darling. You've had quite the nap." The nurse says, her voice holding a Southern tone. I point to my throat, which feels like sandpaper.
The lady fills me up a small cup, which I instantly down. I hear a quick knock on the door, which open a second later. The nurse is soon replaced by a guilty-looking Ashton and an enraged Michael.
I gasp, seeing Ashton's not-completely-covered black eye. "What happened? I don't remember after Ashton tried to get me to leave." I say, my voice still hoarse.
"Well, I still don't know why Ashton barged into the room." Michael asked, his anger fading to annoyance.
"I already said, It's not my place to tell you." Ashton said, and a sigh of relief fell from my lips.
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Fanfiction"I play guitar, but she's into drummers!" I blush as I look at Ashton, our eyes catching in the crowd.
