*********WARNING!!!! INVOLVES THINGS THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING**********
"Can we please talk?" Michael asks, and I wave Ashton out of the room.
"I guess." I whisper, already knowing what conversation was about to happen. Michael grabs my hand, a soft look coming over his face. "It started when I was 19, so around four years ago. I met this guy at a party. He had held my hair back when I threw up, and driven me home with no expectations of ever seeing me again. Don't even start with the underage drinking thing." I warn.
"He came to my house the next day, I had apparently left my phone in his car. I gave him my phone number and we met for breakfast a week later." I sigh, and Michael's face looks confused. "Two years later, we moved in together. He proposed and I said yes. He was the perfect boyfriend." I wipe my tears, trying to stay strong.
"I told him I wasn't ready for it. I wanted to save myself for marriage y'know? That night he- he tied me up. I woke up to him tying my wrists to the bedpost. My legs were tied, I couldn't move." I let a sob fall out of my mouth as Michael started to understand. I looked anywhere but him, my eyes focusing on the empty chair in front of me.
"I begged him to stop, I begged. It was my first time. I wasn't ready. He knew this." I take a deep breath. "When I went to the police, they said there wasn't enough proof. When I came home, he was drunk. He beat me up, threatened to kill my mom. We moved farther away and I was forced to cut her off. She was my only family, Michael. She was all I had left." I sob, not even bothering to wipe the tears that kept falling. "She passed away and I wasn't allowed to go to her funeral." I whispered.
*Triggering part over*
It was some time later when Ashton walked back in and grabbed my other hand. I didn't look at him, choosing to close my eyes instead. I felt Michael stand up, probably to tell Crystal where he is.
I slid over in my bed and patted it, inviting Ashton to lay with me, which he did. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the butterflies that started moving around.
"Ashton?" I murmured, sitting up more.
I feel him move before he sits up with me. "Yeah, what's up?"
"What happened? Nobody ever explained it to me." I say, an inquisitive tone to my voice.
Ashton sighs, a smile forming on his lips. "The ex was about to punch me. You, for a reason I cannot comprehend, jumped in front of me. Well, more like slid and fell on top of me." I blush, wondering how stupid I looked.
"I know how hard he punches. I didn't want you to have to take what he was about to give you." I shudder, remembering the times he was drunk.
Michael comes back in the room, a beautiful girl following behind him. I look down, suddenly realizing that I'm in a blood-stained hospital gown. The other girl looks like the clothes she's wearing cost more than my life.
Ashton wraps his arm against my waist and pulls me closer before telling me a secret; "You look just as gorgeous as she does." I blush, looking up at the new person.
"Hi, I'm Crystal. I'm Michael's fiancée." I smile and take her outstretched hand, shaking it lightly.
"I'm Rowen. I work at the radio station-"
"I know, Ashton would not shut up about you." Crystal says with a laugh.
"Crystal!" Ashton complains, a blush tinting his cheeks." I laugh and lean into him.
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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.
