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.


3. Chapter 3


Ash's POV:

"Ash..." I heard a voice call my name. I jumped awake. "Ashley... Shh it's just me..." Niall calmed me. I took a deep breath. "Are you alright?" -Was my first question. He frowned. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Are YOU okay?" He asked me, placing the palm of his warming hand on my cheek. I blushed at his touch. Quickly ignoring the heat between us, I pushed his hand off my face. Hiding my rosy red cheeks by looking down at my lap. "I feel fine." I bluntly replied. He lifted my chin. "Ashley... Does it hurt?" He re-arranged his words to let me know the meaning of them. I starred into his deep blue eyes as I thought about my reply. I sighed "Yes." I said pitifully. I wasn't trying to make it out that way. That was the last thing I wanted. I hated the feeling of me sounding week, if I'm week, that gives the other person control over me. "I'll be fine." I said. He sighed. "Well the nurse is coming in a minute, so you can talk to her about it..." He said with a certain tone. As if he knew that I wasn't- didn't- couldn't tell him how the pain on my cheek burned like a bullet. "Um..." I whispered in a way that was almost too quiet to hear, yet Niall's head turned anways. "I-I-It hurts right... Um... It hurts right here..." I pointed to my cheek, Niall walked over to me and brushed his thumb other it. He then leaned into my cheek, I flinched at his movement. He stopped and backed up. "Ash. I'm not going to hurt you..." He said completely honest. I stared deep into his eyes as I watched him lean in again and press his soft lips against my bruised, wounded cheek. A sign of relief flew through me as his gentle touch left my face. "See." He proved his point. I smiled. "Yea." I replied. It was then when I realized he hadn't brought up the fact that "He" punched me straight in the face. He wasn't all fired up about it. He wasn't going to 'Kick his ass' over it or whatever. He didn't even bother to mention him. And I was honestly, completely and utterly; Glad. If he was one of the type to solve everything with violence, I don't think I'd want to be around him anymore. "I'll be right back... I'm gonna go get the nurse." Niall said. I panicked. Quickly jumping to my feet, I grabbed Niall's hand before it had a chance to reach the doorknob. "What's wrong?" He asked. I gulped. What was I going to say? I've never told anyone about my story, about what I've been through. I've never had a doctors appointment in my life. "Ash..." He caught my attention. "I can't see the nurse..." I murmured. "Ashley... Does your cheek still hurt?" He asked. I nodded sadly. "The nurse will help you Ashley...." I sighed. He started to make his way to the door again. I stopped him once more. "S-S-She's gonna ask me questions....." I pouted. He frowned. "Yes..." He answered. "I-I-I don't have answers...." He walked over to me. "Ashley she's just-" "I can't see the nurse...." I demanded. I couldn't see the nurse. If I saw the nurse, she'd ask for my parents' phone numbers. If I told her I didn't have parents, she'd put me and Amelia in a foster home. If me and Amelia go in a foster home, we'll be separated. Amelia is the only thing I have left in this horrible world I live in, and no way in hell I'm letting a few bumps and bruises take her away from me. Not a chance. I heard Niall huff. "If you don't wanna see the nurse... We don't have to see the nurse..." He stated and smiled. I let out a pitiful grin. "T-T-Tha-Thanks..." I stuttered. I had to admit I was still a little uneasy with the beating I had just took, but just like all the others; I'd survive. "Let me drive you home." He stated. "No, I'm-" "I'm driving you home." It became more as a demand rather than a question. I frowned. "Fine." I stated. He escorted me out of the office as he led me to his car, and what a nice one it was. "T-T-This is yours?" I asked in disbelief. He smiled. "Yea, sorta. I just got my drivers license and my ole' man bought this for himself, but he lets me drive it sometimes." He said with all the pride in the world. That's when my second opinion on him hit me; he's a little rich boy. With that being thought of, I got in the car and kept my mouth shut. "Where do you live?" He asked. "Um... Take this right and then take a left, once you get to the stop sign, go forward for about 2 miles and then make another right. That's my apartment." I said. He frowned. "Okay so take a right..." He chuckled, I couldn't help but laugh myself. "Yea, start with that." I smiled. The car ride was silent most of the way. Nobody was talking, nobody was chatting, It was honestly quite nice. Then he turned on the radio. "I love this song..." I smiled. Even though my vision was still directed toward the trees blowing outside the window, I felt his gaze struck upon me. "No kidding," He started. I turned my head toward him. "Me too." He laughed, placing his beautiful blue orbs back on the road. I noticed his interest in the conversation going dull as I placed my eyes back to their original spot. 

"*I wanna be drunk when I wake up, on the right side, of the wrong bed*"

I heard a subtle mumble come from the driver's side. His voice was like an angel, sounds a bit cheesy but there was no other way to describe such a beautiful tone. The way his voice hit the melody was as if the song was written for him. Every word he sung touched my heart. He was living within the music. His heart poring into the lyrics as I watched him sing. I then realized the goofy smile that I had unwillingly placed on my lips. "You have a really nice voice..." -Was all my shy personality aloud me to say. He smiled. "Thanks," He suddenly got nervous, it was almost cute, actually. "Here we are." He pulled into our muddy, creepy, dull and dark apartment building. I started to reach for the handle when I notice the door opening right before me. I smiled. "Thank you." I said. "Anytime." I hoped out of the car, searching for my keys in my backpack. Succeeding that; I scrambled over to the door and twisted the handle. "Hey Ashley!" 13 year old, Amelia came up to me. "Heyyy." I smiled, giving her a hug. "I made tea! You want so-" She stopped and started to stare at Niall. "Hi." Niall greeted himself. "You can come in," I laughed as I watched him stand a good amount away from the door. He walked in. "W-W-Who's that.?" Amelia asked. She was always so shaky when it came to meeting new people. "This is Niall, Amelia." I said. She frowned. "Hi." -Was all she said before scrambling back over to the tea pot. "She's not very good at the whole social thing." I whispered an explanation. "Oh, well that's alright." "I didn't make enough tae... Sorry..." Amelia apologized. "That's alright, I'm not all that thirsty anyways." Niall rubbed the back of his neck with his palm. "Oh Ashley, I need help with my work." Amelia pulled out her homeschool supplies and placed them on the counter, Niall tilt his head at her movement. "Your homeschool?" He asked. Not in a judgmental way, more of an excited way. Amelia nodded. "I need some help with my math, Ash." She pointed to the problem. "Math? Ugh, I suck at math." I pouted, taking a look at the paper. "Um- I-I-I'm not half bad at math... If you need any help..." Niall said. I smiled. "Yes please," Amelia said, knowing I was no help to her. "Alrighty," He saw the situation Amelia was given. "Oh, well okay, that's not as hard as you think," She smiled up at him. "Okay lets say you have.... Um.....- Let's say you have 14 justin bieber tickets, and each person who's going brings both of their parents, but three of your friends only brought one parent. How many more tickets would you need?" I loved how he simplified it for her in a way she'd understand. "Um..." Amelia thought. "11!' She screamed. "Good job!" Niall laughed as he patted her head. She smiled at his touch. "She's a smarty," He said turning his attention toward me. "Isn't she though?" I asked. The moment left as soon as it came once the laughter filled air around us got sucked  in by an awkward silence. "Well, I should be on my way..." Niall said. "Bye!" Amelia said softly. "Bye Amelia, nice meeting you." He chuckled, she replied with a smile. I gave him a wave 'bye' as he returned with a wink. I blushed at his affection. Coming back to reality, I ignored what my rosy red cheeks were telling me and listening to what my head was saying. And as soon as Niall shut the door; everything went back to normal. Which was usually great, but this time. I'm starting to believe I don't like this 'normal' I've been living. "So who's the guy..." Amelia said, not even bothering to meet my eye line. "Niall..." I said. "No, who's the guy who hit you." My head bowed lowly as I huffed under my breath. "Was it 'Him' again..." She asked. I frowned. "D-D-Doesn't matter. How was your day?" I tried changing the subject. As much as I want to be the strong one and hold an example for Amelia, I just don't think I can. I feel so weak at times, so over powered, so useless to the world. It hurts. It really does. But I have to suck it up, I have to be strong, I don't have enough room to make mistakes, I don't have anyone to take my place. I can't be weak. I can't. I'm not strong. But I'll try to be. I'll try if it's the last thing I do.

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