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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2. Chapter 2

Ash's POV:

*Rinnngg* The bell saved me from the most boring class I've ever expreirenced as I hurried out of the room, nearly stumbling over my own two feet whilst doing so. I rushed to the cafeteria to find chatty sluts twirling their hair while their small, petite hands trembled over the very atractive  asshole's biceps, their eyes fluttered, their mouths drooled as I watched the social media of my school carry on to it's foolish ways. I rolled my eyes at what I'm forced to be labeled as; A complete and utter hoe. Why is that? Why are we all labeled as this? I feel as if we're all different in our own ways, not only for girls, but for boys too. Every male is forced to be compared to this husky, handsome, buff version of themselves when in reality, their nothing close. And that's not always a bad thing, it can be amazing too. You could have a great heart. A caring heart. A loving heart. A perfect- "Hey Ash..." My thoughts were interrupted. I ignored it, knowing there were more girls in this school named 'Ashley'. "Ash??" The voice repeated itself. I turned around to find a pair of beautiful blue orbs attracted to my own. "Niall...?" I whispered in shock. "Hey, you wanna come sit with me? I mean... You don't have to I was just- Um- Well I-" He couldn't quite get a hold of his words. "Sure." I bluntly replied, ignoring the fact of how strange it was that anyone would want to sit with me. I was always a loner, I didn't have friends. 's quite sad really. Niall excorted me to where he had been sitting as I noticed the empty filled air around me. He had been eating alone as well. I smiled. "You eat alone too?" I asked taking a seat in the not-so-nice cafeteria table. He nodded sadly, taking the chair beside me. "But I don't mind, it's nice sometimes... I guess..." He pouted. "Well now we both don't have to eat alone." I gave him a reassuring smile. He laughed. "Good." We both attempted to dig into our fowl, mushy cafeteria food, when the yelling of a husky male interupted our action. "WHERE'S BLONDY!" I knew that voice. That voice terrified me. I looked at Niall who showed no fear whatsoever in his eyes, while mine were full of worry. He grasped my hand. "It's gonna be fine..." He seemed so calm about everything, given the fact that this disgusting male was about to chop him into bits. Niall put pressure on his feet, causing him to stand as he kissed my head before leaving the premises. I smiled at his touch, he was so gentle, so calming, so loving. I've always felt like a rag doll to the male species, but with Niall. I feel like a perfect princess. I hardly know the guy yet my feelings for him grow as if he's my lover or a boyfriend of some sort. "Hey asshole!!!" He yelled at Niall, attempting to grab his shirt but Niall pushed his hands off. "What do you want." He said, not as a question, but as a statement. I felt the cold air around me being sucked in by my lips as I witnessed a punch thrown at Nialls face. My heart stopped for the blonde boy. Niall hit the floor hard, but not hard enough. He stood quickly to his feet, as he covered his face from taking another blow. "Asshole." Niall mumbled. What the hell was he doing? Is he trying to get himself killed? I wasn't so sure Niall knew the strangth 'He' was capable of. Reacting fast to the second hit, I stood to my feet and rushed to the two angry males. "Stop! Guys just stop!" A cheerleader yelled as I tried pushing 'Him' off of Niall. My movement failed on me as I saw a fist plant to my face, pushing me to the floor and sliding across the room. "Shit." I heard 'Him' cuss. "You son of a bitch." Niall's normally sweet loving voice was shading with a deep hate. My eyes fluttered close at the pain. I blacked out. I still heard cheering going on even though I wasn't fully conscious, and then I felt a pair of strong hands lift me up. Finally feeling safe, I completely blacked out. It wasn't until later when I woke up in the middle of the nurses office.

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