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.


10. Chapter 10

Ashley's POV:

Ever since Amelia got that horrid phone call, me and her have been on guard. She's afraid to leave the house, though Niall's care for us was soothing; It couldn't hold in all our fears. "Ashley?" Amelia called for me as we both sat on the couch, flipping through the channels. There wasn't much to do around Niall's house, not much at all. It hasn't even been a week since we've been here but still, Amelia's a 13 year old girl. She's going to get bored a lot. "Can we go on a walk?" I was shocked at her question, yet happy. "Sure!" I replied excitedly softly. She smiled, walking upstairs to put her shoes on. I've been out of school due to social services. They don't want us to go anywhere, so they can keep an eye on us. I feel trapped sometimes. They already called the school and confirmed it. "Where you girls goin'?" Niall asked, poring out his Irish accent with his words. "Amelia wants to go on a walk." He smiled as I did, happily confused. "Really? She's not frightened anymore?" He asked, it was only last night when that man called my cell. 'That man' being my past sexual abuser, though I didn't think Amelia knew that. She was a bit naive about the subject. "Guess not," I smiled. Suddenly, Niall's grin slowly turned to a frown as he heard footsteps. "Is that your mum?" I asked, he frowned again. "No," He started. "She would've told me if she was coming home early." My anxiety rose as Niall tried desperately to calm me; "Ash, it's fine. It's probably nothing. Look at me." He lifted my chin. "Everything will be fine. I haven't let you down yet, and I'm not planning on it anytime soon." His words once again soothed me. Allowing myself to calm down. Even though I'm almost positive he had no idea if 'Everything would be fine' or not, I somehow trusted him. I somehow trusted his assumption. "I'll go che-" *Bang bang* -The loud banging didn't startle Niall, just simply caught him off guard. Being lost in my own words, he kissed my head and walked toward the door, swinging it open to see who had sought his attention. "Hi," He started, his calm words soothed me. I was starting to believe it wasn't 'Him' at all, due to Niall's kindness. "Mother fucker." -I take it back. Quickly and quietly standing to my feet, I rushed to peek over the wall, staring at the two blurry figures. "Niall?" I soft, faint voice called for him; yet I hadn't said a word. I looked up above me and saw Amelia standing over the balcony. "Stay upstairs, Amelia." Niall said, Niall's small body didn't compare to the man he was face to face with. I was almost positive by the man's cheeky remarks and deep voice that it was 'Him'. "Where's Ashley." I flinched at his lips poring out my name. He seeked for me, he craved for me. Seems as if he'd lost the challenge of finding someone else as naive as me to "have". Sadly, I'm sure that statement was right; I knew I was oblivious to what I could've done to help myself in the situations that horrid man put me in. "What's it to ya'?" Even in an insult Niall's accent was soothing, it surprised me. "Why don't you shut the fuck up." 'He' spat. "Why don't you make me." Niall fought back. I gasped at Niall's anger. I didn't want him hurt, I couldn't have him hurt. "Niall." I bravely stood outwards, making myself present in the situation. "Hey bab-" Niall punched him before he could finish his sentence. "You little bitch!" He swat back. Niall moved swiftly, his small body aloud him to move faster, though he hit much softer. Figures though, he seems as if he's never full on punched someone before. That was until my next move. Scared as hell, I ran toward him and desperately pushed him off. 'He' seemed outraged by my movement. He stopped hitting Niall. He just stopped. He stared at me as my hands were left on his chest, forcefully pushing him off. "Stop it." I whispered. He stood there, doing nothing. "Ashley this jerk can't satisfy you." I knew what he mean't by 'Satisfy' as Niall laid on the floor, holding his stomach with the long, lanky arms that once held me safe. I've never seen this side of 'Him' before. He craved me, he wanted me, he needed me. No, he didn't 'need' me; He needed my naive, foolish, apparently arousing side. He thought of me as a rag doll and now he assumed what we were doing was some kind of "relationship". How dare he? "Ashley-" He placed his hand on my shoulder, I flinched. "Fucking asshole." Niall mumbled, standing to his feet. "I said don't touch her!" He yelled. I moved fast, turning my body outward and placing both of my hands on both of their chests. Creating a gap between the two males. "Stop." -Was all I could get out of my mouth. I was still stunned over the whole situation. "Ashley, move." Niall demanded. I met his eye line, giving him a look to let him know I wasn't going to do what he had asked. He sighed angrily. "Ashley-" "Niall." We both repeated one another's names, forcefully. I then felt a force push me out of the way and into the wall. I lost my breath. I blocked out the horrible pain in my body and grabbed a hold of reality. Standing to my feet; I ran to the two and stood strongly in my previous spot. "Ash!" Niall yelled at me. "No!" I could tell my protesting angered him. He took a deep breath. "Mother fucker, you better leave before I kill you in front of this lovely lady here." Niall said insulting him whilst complementing me. "And what makes you think Ima scared of you, asshole?" 'His' lack of grammar amused me. "If I were you, I'd be." Niall whispered. I couldn't take this. It had to stop, something in me wanted 'Him' to do whatever he pleased with me, rather than hurt Niall as he attempted to. "I'm sorry, Ashley." Niall moved swiftly as he pressed his lips hard against mine, making me melt as I forgot everything. He picked me off my feet and set me aside as he planted his fist against 'His' face, causing him to fall to the floor. I watched as Niall hovered over him outside the front door as he jabbed punches into 'His' stomach, causing him to nearly cough up blood. "Niall! Stop! You'll kill him!" I screamed in fear. Niall's movements became slow as the sound of my usually quiet voice turned into a loud, fearful tone. He eventually stopped. "Leave. Her. The fuck. Alone." Niall demanded, giving him one more punch to the face. Niall finally hopped off of him, giving him the opportunity to run; which he took and rushed out of the premises, nearly falling on his way to his car. Feeling defeated, I lugged myself out the door and walked over to Niall, falling into him while I started to cry. He held me so tightly, so safely. I stayed there, not caring about anything, not caring if I was hurt, only wanting Niall to hold me, as he did just that. I was scared for him, I've never been scared for anyone besides my sister in my whole life. I should probably get used to it now though, Niall has a power over me that makes me weak. I'm no longer the strong willed, quiet, abused girl I used to be in school, I was now craving over a boy who had a strange power over me, he's slowly but surely teaching me how to love. And I like it.

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