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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22. Chapter 22

Ashley's POV:

"Why didn't you just tell me?! I can't believe you!!" I screamed at Niall as he kept his head in his hands while he sat on the couch. "I didn't want you to think I was with her!!!!" He yelled. "You could've just told me that!!!" "No! No Ashley I couldn't have!!! Because you don't know her!! She's an evil, heartless bitch who can make anything sound real!!!" He stood to his feet as I watched the anger grow in his eyes. "I wouldn't have believed her!! If you would've just told me the truth instead of lying to my face after you both practically made out!!" "WE DIDN'T MAKE OUT!!!!!!" His voice got louder. "DON'T LIE TO ME NIALL!!!" I matched my tone with his. Niall slammed the side of his fist against the wall out of angered. The sound made me jump a little. He didn't notice though, instead he kept his vision on the floor, completely ignoring me while doing so. He took a deep sigh and then fell his lifeless body onto the couch. I bowed my head in despite of the discussion. "I can't believe you'd think so low of me." Niall murmured under his breath. I rolled my eyes. "Niall, I saw you two kiss, I saw her hands all over you, I saw you push her away and I saw you lie to my face." I nearly whispered. "So don't give me that shit about 'How I think so low of you.' Because I don't, I think so much more of you, that's why it aches me to see you do something so stupid and ridiculous-" "Oh so now saving your feelings is stupid and ridiculous? Really Ashley? I can't beli-" He took a deep breath. "You know what, I-I-I think I need some air." He got up and started to walk out of the room. "Fine, do whatever the hell you want, see if I care..." I murmured. He glared at me and then rolled his eyes. The eyes I once sought for when I was down were the same eyes that were now killing my insides one by one. He wasn't himself and it was driving me insane. Without hesitation; I grabbed the book on the shelf and through it against the wall. "UGH!!!" I screamed as tears started to stream down my face.

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Niall's POV:
Why couldn't she appreciate the fact that I just wanted to save her feelings? I didn't kiss Lindsay, she kissed me. I hated being mad at Ashley but- something in me just blew up. The father I walked down the street, the more our argument came back to me. "Shit" I mumbled as I realized how wrong I was. I was so selfish and completely careless. I wasn't thinking, she might be crying right now and I'm not there to hold her in my arms. Instead I'm the cause of her tears, and that scared me; knowing I made her cry. Without hesitation, I reached in my pocket for my phone, dialing Ashley's number and quickly getting a hold of her. "What." She said, just the fact that she answered the phone made a huge difference. "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." I started as I stopped in my tracks and sat on the side of the street. "I didn't mean any of that, Ashley. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I just didn't want you to find out because I didn't want to hurt you. I really don't know what to say..." I said in defeat. There was really no way I could apologize for this. "Then call me when you get the words right." She hung up the phone. "Ashley? Ashley?! Dammit!" I banged my fist against the hard concrete. I sat there, hating myself, as I felt a soft raindrop fall on my shoulder. "Oh great..." I murmured as it started to rain harder. What else could go wrong?

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Ashley's POV:

"Ash! Niall! I'm back! Jeff and Mark dropped me off and-" Amelia walked through the door as she stopped talking when she noticed the cold, heartless tears falling down my face. "Ashley, w-w-whe-where's Niall?" She asked as she watched me fall apart. I'm suppose to be my sister's rock, I was never aloud to break down like this, no matter how much shit I was going through at the time, I had to stay strong for her. Until Niall, I'd never been able to cry. Never had a shoulder to lean on, never a hand to hold and that scared me. Now that Niall is the cause of this ache in my heart, it's ten times worse. One part of me is saying to stay strong and don't let him break you, but another part of me is saying that I need him and I should just beg him for forgiveness, wether I was wrong or not. My mind was somewhere else as I realized I hadn't yet to answer Amelia. I felt her sit next to me and wrap her small arms around me. I excepted the hug as I dug my head into the crook of her neck.

 

"Close your eyes, my sweet girl. Close your eyes, shut out the world. Tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be fine. Tomorrow you'll be okay, my sweet sunshine."

 

She softly hummed in my ear the lullaby that our mom once sang to us. I squeezed my sister as I tried my hardest not to cry. She backed away from me and rested her forehead on mine. "It's gonna be okay... Everything's gonna be okay..." She whispered, I lightly smiled. "Thank you." I said softly as I kissed her head.

"Thank you."

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Niall's POV:

As I sat on the side of the road, rain poring down on me, I heard light footsteps coming from behind me. I turned my vision toward the noise and noticed Amelia. "Hey." She said quietly as she held her umbrella. "I messed up A..." I murmured, not caring about being soak and wet from the rain. "I know ya did..." She said, sitting down next to me as she held the umbrella over our heads. "You should talk to her..." She said. "I've tried... She doesn't wanna talk to me." I mumbled. She sighed. "Then you clearly haven't tried hard enough." I turned my vision toward her. "Ashley's indecisive right now, she wants to stay strong, but she also wants to beg you to come back. So, you have to make the first move. Go talk to her, tell her how sorry you were and how it'll never happen again. Don't give her excuses, just tell her how much you love her. Okay?" Amelia could be so mature at times, I mean here me and Ashley are, completely falling apart while a 13 year old girl is helping us through it. "Thanks kiddo..." I smiled while rubbing her head. "Anytime..." She said, I laughed. "Go home, Amelia. You're getting wet. I'll meet you there soon." She flashed me a smiled and got up and started to walk away.

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Ashley's POV:

As Amelia walked into the house, I still hadn't moved from my spot. I stayed on the couch, sitting with my head in my hands, as I just thought. Thought about what I did, thought about what I said, thought about what I could've done better. *Ding Dong* The doorbell rang. "Amelia could you get that?" I asked her. No reply. "Amelia?" I repeated myself, she must've gone upstairs already. I rolled my lifeless body off the couch as I slowly walked to the door. To my surprise, there was a boy. His blonde, wet hair fell perfectly over his eyes. He was drenched with the cold shivers of the rain, yet he stayed warm thanks to his own body heat. I now found myself craving his touch, though I was mad, all I wanted was his arms around me. "I'm sorry." He mouthed, without hesitation, I reached for the handle and opened the door. I looked at the boys feet and noticed the words - 'I love you, Ashley' written in chock, there was a beautiful frame around the words that he had drawn. The chock stayed dry due to the roof hovering over the artwork. "Forgive me?" He asked as he stood in the poring rain, standing in his own creation dedicated to me, as he ran his fingers through his wet, soon to be dry, hair. Without thinking, I walked toward the boy I loved and wrapped his arms around his neck, softly pressing my lips against his while doing so. He took what I was giving him and began to kiss me back, placing his palm on the back of my neck as my hands traveled through his soft, wet hair. "I forgive you." I whispered against his lips. I sigh of relief fell from his lips as I felt his hot breath against my neck. "Thank you." He whispered. "Don't thank me for loving you, Niall."

 

 

 

"Loving's a passion, not a favor."

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