violence vs reality

I was born and raised in Southern California, my dad is Australia and my mom was born in Tennessee. I'm 17 years old, my family is rich, well in a way they are. I get abused by my parents all the time, they threaten me if I ever told anyone I'd get it. Get it? What does that even mean? Does it mean that they'll kill me? Well I don't know, I really hate my life at the moment, my boyfriend well... His name is Drake and he's a controlling type, if I don’t do anything he says well bad things happen. Hi there, I'm Ashton this is my story.


32. Nicota cant ruin this relationship

hen I explained to Ashton about my past relationships with other chicks and then having Nicota come by ruining my chances with them, I wanted Ashton to know I would never hurt her on purpose, I would never try jeopardizing our relationship and my child. It’s not that I don’t trust her, I don’t trust Nicota, I love my family I don’t want them running away from me because of her, she’s my Queen and Taylor is my princess.  My mom loves that I’ve become really fond of Ashton, this relationship has lasted longer than my last 4, my mom loves Ashton a lot and she’ll be devastated to know that Nicota is back in her stupid game. Ashton crawled onto my lap, she sounded like she was about to cry, but she didn’t, I hugged her tight I guess this is a sign that she’s not mad at me anymore. I whispered I love you in her ear, she’s so precious to me, I can’t let that all go. She looked at me with her cute eyes, she looks worried, “I love you too,” she choked out, I hugged her tighter, “no one will tear us apart ok? Promise, not even Nicota you have to promise me, if something bad happens, you won’t run off,” I kissed the top of her for reassurance, please be okay I said to myself, she nodded “yes, I try.”  


We both finally got out of and dressed and fed Taylor, she’s so cute, Taylor grabbed my nose, silly girl. I fed her with her favorite food, mixed fruits with yogurt, that does sound disgusting but hey, a baby needs feeding. My mom came down, with those pleading eyes of can I please hold my granddaughter? I shook my head obviously I’m feeding her, I stopped feeding her. Mom grabbed a wipe to clean her face, she’s a dirty baby I laughed. Taylor giggled as my mom ticked her little feet and smiled. I got up to clean the table and her high chair.  I heard my phone ring, I grabbed it and pushed the answer button…


Justin:      Hello?

Nicota:     Hi Justy

Justin:      What do you want Nicota? Stop.

Nicota:     You and your child Justin


I heard the phone end on the other end, what is her deal man, she aint getting me or Taylor, this is going to get out of hand soon, she’s not going to give up until she gets what she wants. Again, here’s her playing her stupid game, coming here to she can ruin my chance with Ashton. I feel like a complete idiot for becoming friends with her in the first place. I turned towards mom, “Uh, mom…” she looked at me and continued speaking, “Nicota uh, came around last night out of nowhere and she’s doing it again,” her eyes widen, that’s it she’s not happy. Mom had put Taylor down on the ground so she could play her toys, “Justin, she can’t keep doing this. Ashton has been the most amazing girlfriend you’ve had and yet again she’s come to ruin it, this isn’t right. Look, I have a house down in Beverly Hills, it’s not cheap or big like this, but it’ll do for you two for now,” I don’t want to take away Taylor from my mom, she’s been here since the start, she’s gained a special bond with my daughter. I guess it’s the right thing to do, keep my family safe, it’s the only option Nicota can’t stuff up my career and my life because she’s a creep as. I sigh and hugs mom.


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