Strength

Chapter Six: Peter?!

Ash's POV

I walk down the hallway with a guard holding onto my arm. My fist clenched at my sides so they can't see my shaking hands.

"There she is right now." A man says and I look up from the floor to see two faces that make my stomach uneasy enough I could be sick. My face goes pale as I feel a small flutter in my stomach at first but then heartache.

Eric and Peter.

Peter's eyes widen for a minute and I feel myself want to lunge at him yet run away from him. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be in this-this hell hole.

"Bruce let Peter escort her from now on." Eric says grinning at me. The hand let's go of my arm yet I feel where the fingerprints are I'll surely have bruises soon.

"You know where to go." Eric says to Peter who nods. He walks over and grabs my arm. I wince as painful fears come to mind.
I tug trying to get free from his grip but he holds onto me fighting. A tear falls down my face as his grip tightens.

"Let go." I say weakly my voice cracking. He looks at me shocked slightly.
I slide out of his grip but don't run instead my hand slowly inches towards my back pocket and holding onto the small knife's handle.

"Ash c'mon now." Peter says sternly and I feel my hand let go of the handle. Instead I look at him my eyes full of hatred and fear.

'He's a traitor'

He turned me in to save his butt so he could live.

And here I am preferring death than seeing him.

I don't speak I walk with him following behind me. My cold feet reach where the door is Peter shoves it open after unlocking it.
Slowly I walk and sit on the bed provided for me. Peter still stands in the doorway leaning against the door frame arms crossed across his chest.

"What happened?" He asks causing me look at the grey flooring remembering all that I've been through for a small amount of time I've been here a little over a week.

"Torture." I say looking at him.

Peter's POV

I stand in the doorway looking at Ash's thin frame sit on the bed. Her clothes hang loosely around her body. Her brown hair faded completely, skin paler, blue eyes darker but I notice not a bright sparkle or glimmer but fear.

I see marks along her body and when I first saw her fear and hatred flashed across her face.

"Torture." She says looking at me and I can no longer see that smile that made me smile everyday. There lays a frown with lips that have splits in them and are chapped badly.

Her dimples don't sink into her cheeks. Her once bright eyes lay dark and mysteriously looking at me. Beauty has left her completely.

"Go before I hurt you." She says her voice sounding dry and cold but with full meaning. I laugh slightly.

"You can't hurt me." I scoff and she looks at the floor playing with something in her hands.

"You have no idea."