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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7. Chapter 7

Ashley's POV:

I felt the sun set creeping up on the beautiful sunday morning as I fluttered my eyes open. Waking up without fear flowing through me was pretty nice. I quickly began to notice I was no longer on the couch where I had been before, no, I was in a room. A nice one at that. It didn't look like it belong to anybody due to the lack of dresser's and clothes. A guest room possibly? If so, I felt guilty for me and Amelia taking up two whole rooms. We both honestly didn't need that much space, but I knew if I said anything, Niall would just insist. Shit. Niall. My memory shifted to what I had experienced the night before. Why did I run? He probably feels bad. I didn't mean to run away, not like that anyway. I was just nervous. I've never technically had a first kiss yet, well, not one that I wasn't held against my will to participate in, anyway. I've never had a normal kiss, up until last year I always thought kisses were rough and hurtful. I hadn't known any different. Until one day, I was walking through the park with Amelia and I turned my head to find an elder couple linking fingers on the bench. Curiosity got the best of me as I asked them how long they've been together. Their reply was- "56 years... Never apart for a whole fifty six years." They stared deep into each others eyes, it was clear even after fifty six years there was still a magical spark there. "Thats sweet," I said before leaving. Something made me glance back at the two, still 'til this day I'm not sure what it was. But I did. I noticed them both still looking at each other's eyes, the old taller male placed his hand on the woman's cheek, rubbing his thumb on it. She smiled at his touch. They both then leaned in and softly, gently, lovingly placed their lips onto one another. Sparks lit up the whole park as I smiled at the two, that made me think a lot. I wish I could experience something so perfect, or at least have the chance to see someone else have that. In my whole life, I've never seen something like that before. The way he was so gentle with her, how his touch calmed her, not scared her. The way they kissed was almost as if it was their first time. Now thinking about it, that man reminded me of Niall. Never wanting to hurt her, only wanting to love her and take care of her. He mustn't just be like this with me, I assumed he was like this with everyone. But something in me hoped only I had that affect on him, that only I was the one he wanted to take care of. "Morning." That normal soft, caring Irish voice soothed over my thoughts. "Morning." I smiled, grabbing the hair tie off my wrist and wrapping it around my locks. "I jus-" We both started, we laughed. "Um, you go first..." He said, sitting on the bed next to my feet. "Um, I was just gonna thank you again. For everything." I said, not saying what I originally wanted to say. "Anytime." He winked causing butterflies to flow through my tummy. I giggled at his interest in me. "Um, well I was just gonna apologize for last night." His gutsy words startled me. "I was gonna say the same but I chickened out." I admitted, he chuckled. "I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it, so-" "No I'm sorry, I was just nervous and I-" "Ashley." Amelia's petite voice interrupted us. "Yea?" I asked. "Hi." She smiled. I laughed. "Hi," Me and Niall greeted her. "You hungry?" Niall asked. She nodded, "I'll go get you something, c'mon." He led her downstairs, cutting our conversation short. "Hmp..." I huffed, thankful that that awkward moment was over yet hoping the subject would come up again. It was weird how much we thought alike, I felt as if I could tell him so much and he wouldn't dare to judge me. Then a strange thought entered my mind; where's Niall's parents?

 

Amelia's POV:

"Here ya go," Niall said handing me a bowl of cereal. "Wow." I said in shock. He laughed. "What?" He chuckled. "This is name brand..." I softly said. "Yup," He smiled. I looked up and smiled back. "Niall?" I started, he gave me his attention. "Where are your parent's?" I asked. He chocked up. A few silent minutes passed by until he had the courage to speak again. "Um... Well.... My mom has a night shift at this bar up town, and um- Well my dad- He um;" "It's alright," I said, letting him know it was okay if he didn't tell me. The corner of his mouth shifted upward to a smirk. "Thanks," He said. "Hey..." Ashley greeted us. "Hey," We both said. "Amelia, you need to go get dressed." Ashley instructed me, I looked down at myself and noticed I was wearing the same clothes as the night before. "I don't have any clothes..." I said, she frowned. "Hmm... I'll go by the apartment and pick up some stuff." She said, I nodded. "I can drive ya." Niall offered. I smiled, but Ashley kept quiet. "You sure?" She asked finally. "Positive." I smiled. "Lets go then!" I shouted, they laughed.

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Ashley's POV:

After picking up our clothes, I instructed for Amelia to go take a shower. Niall had already insisted that we use his shower while we were driving home. After I watched Amelia stumble up the stairs, I then thought of myself. Quickly jolting out my clothes I looked around and then drew my attention to Niall. "You can just put your stuff in the guest room for now, Ash." He smiled. I was now getting used to his generosity, as much as it killed me to take anything form anyone, I knew Niall wasn't one to give up when it came to helping someone. "Thanks," I smiled, grabbing my bag and heading upstairs. I noticed some baby pictures of Niall on my way to the room, he was such a beautiful red headed boy, orange tinted hair falling perfectly over his face, blue eyes still as beautiful as they are now, popping out of the frame as they stared into the lens of the camera. "Heh..." A deep Irish chuckle startled me. "Oh, hi." I blushed as I saw the boy who I once knew as 'Blondy' rub the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Yea... I wasn't all that cute when I was little." He said assuming I was staring because I thought he was an 'ugly baby'. "Are you kidding?! You're adorable!" I drew my attention back to the frame. "Really? Ya tink so?" His Irish accent really started to come out the more I listened to him talk. I loved his accent. Just adored it. "Of course, look at your hair though, it's so different, although your eyes haven't changed, not one bit. They're still as blue as-" I turned around as saw him blushing, his eyes were the most blue I've ever seen them before, cheeks as red as a tomato, and his lips. His lips have never been so temping. Trying my hardest not to kiss him, I tried biting my lip, to stop myself from crashing into him. I've never felt the urge to kiss someone as much as this, knowing that he'd be soft with me as I fell into him just made me melt. His soft lips curved into a smile, making him even more irresistible. "I like your accent." -Was the sentence my stupid self chose in order to break the silence. I can be such an idiot at times. He laughed. "Thanks, you too." I frowned. "I don't have an accent...?" I said stupidly. "To me, ya do." He chuckled at my foolishness. I blushed. "Oh yea..." I said. My head was messed up, I was feeling things I've never felt before, things I've only seen in movies, which I've never believed to be true until now. Attempting to walk away, I felt fingertips brush against my own. The touch left as soon as it came when I turned to find Niall pulling his arm back to his side. "Um- Nevermind." He had attempted to stop me. He didn't want the moment to end either. I felt bad for crushing the moment with my quick get away, until I realized that we both wanted to stay like that forever. Even though he didn't say anything, there was something that made me know he felt the same. Well, I hope he felt the same.

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