Blondy

17 Year old Ashley hasn't ever had a childhood. She spent most of it taking care of her little sister, Amelia. Before that, her and her sister were abused by her step dad when their mother died. Now that Ashley's in school, she's had a unwanted, sexual abuser. She doesn't know his name, his age, his reasons for hurting her like he has been. All she knows is if she tells anyone, or if she doesn't do exactly what he tells her too. He'd kill her. Her whole life she's only felt harm, hate and beatings from the male species, that is until Niall. No male has ever been so gentle with her. She gets caught up in what she thinks is her trying to protect and take care of her little sister that she forgets to take care of herself. Can Niall help her with all this damage she's been forced to live through? Or will she shut him out like everyone else in her life.

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1. Chapter 1

Ash's POV:

Taking deep breaths, in and out, as I stared at the deep dark hallway, leading to my death possibly. I hated this hall. I always ran into him. Always. As if he planned to make my life hell. Which I'm assuming he did. Starting with my left foot, following by my right, I slowly made my way down the hall. Covering my face whilst doing so. "Right on time." A deep, husky voice interrupted my fearful thoughts as a cold shiver ran threw my body. "Its cute when you try to run..." He mumbled placing harsh, hateful kisses on my cheek. No one was around. No one was ever around. Full of fear, I tried to bravely push him off. "Ohh, little feisty today are we?" He grabbed my forearm and pulled me into the abandon men's bathroom as he always does. "No!" I sniffled. "Mmm...." He moaned pushing me in one of the awful stalls, forcing kisses upon my lips. His cold hands still grasped around my wrists as I cried to myself in silence. If I made any noise, he would get angry with me. "I hate you." I mumbled, as I do every time. "Love you too..." He chuckled, leaving himself smiling as he enjoyed his own immature comments. He started to get more rough, pulling on my hair, biting my skin, squeezing my arms so tight that blood nearly started to poor from them. "Is this bathroom tak-" A light, sweet, soft voice asked curiously. Someone had entered the bathroom. "Don't. Say. A word." He whispered, pushing his palm on my lips. I did as he wished as he stubbled out of the bathroom stall, taking care of whoever had interrupted him. "Hey, sorry is this bathroom avali-" "No." I heard him firmly strike at the stranger. "Mind telling me what your doing in here then?" The voice bit back. "Don't test me blondy." He snapped. My eyes widen at the nickname. Blondy was the nickname of the new kid, he had sat next to me in science class. We've shared a few awkward conversations before. He was quiet, but his deep gaze told such a beautiful story. His eyes lit up the world. But if I could only remember his name. I could get his attention and maybe, just maybe, with all the luck in the world. He could help me. His name. What was his- "Bring it asshole." Blondy struck back. I held my bruised hand over my mouth from letting out a gasp as I heard the loud sound of a fist against a face. I stayed in the forbidden stall, staring at the wall that had foul language all over it, as I was forced to listen to the sound of torture. Finally, the beating sounds had stopped as I wiped my tears away. A few seconds later and no response had come. If "He"; (That's what I call my mystery abuser.) Had beat up Blondy, he would've just came back in here to torture me some more. But if it had been Blondy who came out on top, I could make a run for it. Desperately looking for a way out, I decided I should probably just take a peek. "Hello?" I stuttered opening the door to find 'him' laying on the floor. "Hi..." Blondy looked at me in shock. "Is he-?" "No, he's gonna get up soon. Are you alright?" He asked noticed the scratches, bumps, and bruises on my skin. I looked at the strong, husky man lying unconscious on the floor as I shook my head 'No'. "What happen?" Blondy asked. My head lifted as my focus caught his, staring into his deep, magical blue orbs. "Do you know him?" He asked with no hesitation. I had no idea what to say. I didn't know him, I really didn't, he knew me. He sure as hell did. But I knew nothing about him. Not his age, his career, not even his name. I shook my head 'No' once more, followed by a slight flinch as Blondy tried to get near me. "I'm sorry," He apologized. I nodded my head slightly. "I-I-Its a-a-alright..." I stuttered softly and quietly. The bell interrupted our awkward moment. "Do you need me to walk you to class?" He said, I gave him an ugly scowl. "I don't need you for anything..." I bluntly replied, nudging him out of the way before exiting the abandon bathroom. Before I could achieve my movement I felt a strong yet gentle arm grasp a hold of my hand. I look back at Blondy who's blue eyes were drawn to mine. "You don't mean that." He saw straight threw me. "You don't know what I mean." I swooshed my hand away from his grip, it wasn't too long after when he grasped my other hand, flipping my body around as he held me against the wall. With my hand above my head, my back firmly pressed against the wall, his hand was securely on mine, he kept me in a lock. "Let go-" "No." He said firmly. "Why are you so resisting of me helping you?" He said. "I'm not!" I shouted at him. "You are!" He yelled firmly. I didn't know him all too well but in that moment, it was as if he's known me my whole life. We shared a few moments staring into each others eyes until reality caught a hold of me and I pushed him off. "I'm gonna be late for class..." I mumbled before walking out of his hold. Why was I so resistant toward him? He was only trying to help. I needed the help honestly. Hell, if it wasn't for him I might as well still be "His" little sex toy. "Niall..." I heard him mumble. I turned around and looked at him confused. "M-M-My name's Niall..." He said with his back against the wall as he stared his feet. I didn't bother to tell him my name, but it would've been rude not to. "Ashley... Ash for short." I mumbled. A smile slowly lifted off the corner of his mouth. "Pretty.." He smirked, still looking at the floor with his strong hands shoved in his pockets. I ignored our strange encounter as I walked down the hall. I really didn't know what it was that made me look back at him, but there was something that made me want to know more about him. Turning my head as if I had no choice, I realized him staring at me. There was something about being under his gaze that made me feel safe, as if he would always swoosh around the corner when I needed him. His face started turning red once he noticed my eyes locking at his figure. He wasn't very tall, wasn't very strong, wasn't the most attractive. But there was something there, something about him, something that took control over me. My mom used to tell me I looked at people's hearts instead if their appearance, and it disappoints me when people stare at my looks and think, 'I can have her.' Sometimes I feel like a toy to everyone. My teachers. My friends. My abusive threatener. My step dad... My thoughts trailed off to the last words that passed his lips before leaving me and my sister with nothing.

*+*+*+* Flashback *+*+*+*

"DADDY NO!!" My half sister, Amelia, yelled for Eric. "DADDY!!!" She clung to his legs. "Amelia. Come here... He's leaving..." I whispered, holding her in my arms as I tried to hold back tears. "NO DADDY!!!" My four year old sister screamed again. Being only eight, my strength wasn't very well as I struggled to hold Amelia back. I failed. "DADDY!!!!" She screamed, running to him once again as she grabbed his waist. "Get off dammit!" He yelled. His voice made me tremble. "NO!!! DADDY STAY!! DADDY PLEASE!!" She begged with all her heart. "Amelia, come here Amelia. He wants to leave, let the jerk leave." My temper rose as I tried pulling Amelia away. "What'd you say?" His volume rose. He pushed Amelia off of him as she slammed to the wall. "AMELIA!!!" I screamed. Eric got closer, stronger, angrier. I couldn't care less about myself as I stared at Amelia shoved in a corner. "Amelia. Don't. Move." I said holding my hand up at her. Struggling to hide my fear, I walked backwards, slowly falling into the wall. "ASH!!" Amelia yelled as a giant palm came up to my face, slapping me to the floor. "You both will always be over powered... No matter how hard you try... You'll always be the weak ones..." -Was his last words before leaving the premisses. "ASHLEY!" Amelia yelled running to me as she hugged me so tight, both of our tears running down my shirt. "Shh... He's gone... He's gone Amelia... Shh... He's gone..." I comforted my sister.

*+*+*+* End of Flashback *+*+*+*

I could never get over the fact that our mom had past away, but knowing Eric was no longer in charge of us made me feel safe. I'd rather take care of me and my sister, then have him and his drunk ass try to help us through that. I never had a childhood, I had to grow up much faster than other children in order to keep me and Amelia safe, she is my everything and I'd take a bullet for her any day. Any freakin' day. "Ashley! Your late. Again. How many times do I have to-" "Sorry... She was with me, we got caught up in the library studying for our exams..." Niall rushed by my side. I was shocked at his speed, yet impressed. "Well... Oh... Alright then, just, don't let it happen again. Okay?" She stated. "Alright..." I mumbled, taking my seat in class as I watched my mysterious blonde hero walk off with his hands dug in his pockets, but not before giving me a reassuring smile that warmed my heart. He was something else. Something else indeed.

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