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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20. Chapter 20

Ashley's POV:
My dad, Jeff and his partner, Mark aloud us to stay for lunch. It was nice, he told me about his life as I told him about mine. Not about the bad stuff, just the rare, normal things in my life. I decided to spare him the details about all the shit I've been through, I mean the man just met me. I wouldn't want to scare him off just yet. Mark and Jeff's four children were in school for the time being, so we never had a chance to meet them. And to be honest, I was kind of glad. It was nerve wrecking enough to be meeting my biological father, let alone his children. Mark and Jeff were both such a joy to be around though, not one awkward silence had past whilst we ate lunch. They just adored Amelia, and they were so very found of Niall. It was a really, refreshing day.

***After Lunch***

"Hey." I heard a voice from behind as I sat outside in my father's backyard. I turned around and saw my dad walking toward me as he sat down next to me. "You alright?" He asked me. I smiled at him. "I'm fine, it's just so pretty out here. It's nice and quiet." I nearly whispered, he chuckled. There were so many questions I wanted to ask my dad, why he left? What he did? Did he ever think about me? But I figured I'd save those for later. "You really remind me of my son." He smiled, I frowned. "How old is he?" I asked. "Around Amelia's age, he's quite quiet. He's not very into meeting new people, he doesn't really enjoy people's company either. But if people got a chance to know him, they'd know he has a great heart inside." I smiled at my dad. "Ashley?" He asked me. "Hm?" I said. "What's on your mind?" "Alot." I said, he chuckled quietly. "Well if there's anything you want to ask me, just go right ahead." He said. "Well. T-T-There is a-a couple things." I stuttered. "Shoot." He said. I took a deep breath. "Why d-d-did y-you l-l-leave?" I said, he frowned. "T-T-That's a tricky one... Um..." "Why did you leave us with him?" I rearranged my words. A shocked look was smeared onto his face. "Y-Y-Your mother. S-S-She didn't love me anymore, Ashley. S-She loved him." He started. "I wanted to stay. I-I-I wanted to help but- She insisted that he helped raise you both." I frowned. "Did you know him?" I asked, knowing the man we were speaking of was a cruel, evil bastard. "Not at all, I knew I didn't like him. But no, I didn't know him." I tried to keep from tears forming in my eyes as I struggled to say the last few words. "Did you know he physically abused me and my sister?" I choked up as he kept that shocking look plastered on his face. "Ashley, I am so, so, SO terribly sor-" "It's fine." I cut him off. "I survived. I usually do." I didn't mean to through him a pity party but, all I really wanted was to hug him and be able to just break down and cry into his arms. "C'mere, Ashley." He wrapped his arms around me as I ran into his chest. "I know I wasn't there before, and I regret everyday for not fighting for you and your sister. But I'm here now, okay? Everything is going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright." He said as I clung to the back of his jacket, sobbing into his shirt. He brushed back my hair. "Thank you, Jeff." I said, backing away from my father. "Anytime, darling." He said. I lightly smiled at him.

***

"Did you have fun?" Niall asked me as we all sat in the car on the way home. "Yes. Thank you so much again, Niall. You don't know how much that meant to me." I said as I noticed Amelia sleeping in the back. Niall linked his fingers with mine. "Stop thanking me," He chuckled. His smile faded as a serious look brushed on his face. "D-Do you think they liked me?." He whispered. I laughed. "They loved you." I said, he smirked. "I love you." I whispered. His beautiful blue eyes locked with mine. "I love you, too." He blushed, I laughed. 

***

"Is Amelia in bed?" I asked Niall. "Yup." He said walking toward me. "We're all alone." He whispered as he hovered over me. I smiled. "Yea." I nearly whispered. He touched his fingertips to my chin, lifting it slowly as he pulled me closer. His lips brushed against mine before he grabbed my waist and started to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he ran his other hand through my hair. "Thank you, Niall" I whispered against his lips, he chuckled against mine. "Stop thanking me..." He smiled as he parted from me. "No." I said. "Niall, you've done way to much for me, way too much. You have to let me thank you once in a while for it. Wether you like it or not, I'm going to thank you for it, for everything. For picking me up when I'm down, for caring for me, for loving me." I said as I watched the smile grow on his face. He crashed his lips onto mine. "Okay." He whispered as I smiled against my lips. "You can thank me all day if you want." He whispered. "And I'll just keep telling you to stop." He rested his forehead against mine. "Because I love you, and you don't have to thank me for loving you." He started kissing me. I wrapped my arms back around his neck as his kisses made me blush. "Loving someone is a passion, not a favor." He whispered in my ear as he started to kiss my neck. I trembled at the touch. He grabbed the outside of my thighs as he picked me up, my legs hugging his torso. I gasped at his movement. He parted, backing away and checking my face. I smiled at him. "I'm fine." I said as his worried look slowly faded into a grin. He laid me back on the bed as he continued kissing my lips. He propped up on his knees and flicked off his jacket. He attempted to take off his shirt, though he couldn't get his tie off. "Ugh!" He grunted, I giggled as I watched him struggle with such a simple task. "Here." I sat up to his level and slowly took off his tie. He smiled at me. "Thanks." He said. "So..." I started. "Loving is a passion?" I asked in disbelief. I always assumed someone loving you was a gift, a gesture, an owing of some sort. Never a passion or a craving. Niall chuckled at my question. "Of course it is. Look, do you love me, just to make me happy? Or do you make me happy, because you love me?" I tilted my head and thought about it. "So you love me out of passion and desire? Not out of happiness for myself?" I asked, he laughed at me once more. "Yes, Ashley." He kissed my head. "I love you because that's where my desire is, that's where my craving is. It's in you, Ash. I wake up everyday just to see you smile." He whispered as he rested his forehead against mine. I blushed as I grasped his hands in mine. "My passion is in you, Niall." I leant in and kissed his lips. "I lust over you." I kissed him again. "Something I once feared, I now crave. All because of you, babe." He smiled at the nickname. "I gave myself to you, Niall." I whispered whilst kissing him.

 

"And that's the second best decision I've ever made."

 

"The first one... Was loving you."

 

"And the third will be marrying you."

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