Kidnapped by Tomlinson

When 17 year old Ashton was walking home from work one evening, she heard feet scuffling behind her, she didn't really care, nothing would happen to her, until she felt someone's breath on her neck then a hand with a rag gently covering her mouth as she gasps for air she faints and the last thing she saw was a black van, and blackness. How stupid was she to get kidnapped? Was this a prank? She struggled to think when she would become conscious but that dreadful rag came back each time.

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5. Leaning on a friend

I hope you guys like this new chapter!!! If its good enough in the end I'm already thinking on a sequel!!!!

 

 

   Ashton's P.O.V.

 

 

                               I woke up the next morning and guess who was in my bed? Louis, he must have gotten drunk or something after I fell asleep, or he felt bad. I got up being careful not to disturb him, got some day clothes and went to the bathroom to change, I didn't really look in the mirror though until I was going to put on my makeup and I saw the marks, they weren't deep, but it would be hard for makeup to cover up those scars, wow but I had a bruise where Louis slapped me and punched me, I looked like a mess, I'm originally really, really pretty, now look at me. I look like I just lost a fight, I touched the big bruise on my cheek.

 

                                 Louis came in, I didn't have a shirt on, only a bra and I screamed "GET OUT!!" I pushed him out and locked the door as I finished my makeup and put on my shirt as he waited outside whining "I gotta go pee" I snickered a little because he sounded like a child and I opened the door and stepped out, he must have been on a hangover because he was nice and didn't hit me for it, I'm guessing he didn't remember much of anything I guess, because he asked me where my cuts and bruises were from and I pointed at him and his eyes filled with tears "I'm sorry" he cupped my cheeks in his hands and kissed my forehead and I gave him some pills and he snapped out of it and then smirked at her and ran his fingers along her cuts "You were bad so you deserved those" he whispered in my ear, and I felt lifeless again and went back to my room and sat on something 'Could it be?' I thought and pulled out my phone and called my BFF Lizzie

"Hello?" Lizzie asked

"Lizzie!!! I need help I've been kidnapped" she could hear the worry in my voice

"Okay where ar-"  That was all I heard when the door slammed open with one angry Louis.

"Ashton who is that?!" Lizzie yelled through the phone

"LIZZIE HELP ME!!!!!!" I screamed

" WHO IS THAT?!?!?!" Louis yelled

"ASHTON!!!!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!" was all Lizzie said before Louis came over and grabbed my phone and smashing it to bits, then he pushed me up against the wall "WHAT WAS THAT ASHTON?!!!!!" He spat in my face "N-Noth-" I started "LOUDER!" he yelled at me again "I was calling for help" I cried as he slapped me, right on the bruise, that one hurt, I held my cheek wailing in excruciating pain as tears formed in his eyes also, my tears washed off the little bit of makeup on to reveal the bruise I had gotten from his slaps, I guess he saw it and could guess how much pain I was in.

                                 He hesitated, then picked me up bridal style and carried me down the stairs with tears still falling off my face as he sat me down on the counter and got me and icepack, it was sweet, but he just freaking abused me for no reason, none at all, "Louis doesn't need a reason" I remember Shakra mouthing as I was pulled away last night. I was thinking about it, when he put the icepack on my cheek, he held it there gently not putting it on there hard to make it hurt. I hopped down from the counter and held the icepack on my cheek and he left waving me to come in the living room and he put in the movie, I had to sit next to him as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer, I ended up laying my head on his chest after he fell asleep and watched the rest of the movie and then looked for another, and sat back down snuggling up to him, he was only nice when he was unconscious, and that was true, he cant possible abuse in his sleep, I watched Taken, just to see if my scenario Is like this one, psssht America these days, then I thought, None of this part looked familiar, I leaved it alone not wanting to wake up Louis.

                                  The credits rolled by as Louis woke up "What did I miss?" he yawned "the last half of the first movie, the second, and the third." I kept looking at the TV screen rolling credits "Louis where are we?" I looked at him and without hesitation he answered "London" my god, London I lived in America, I'll never get home! I swallowed down the answer with a smile as he pulled me closer and put a blanket over us "I'm cold" he grunted as he shivered under the blanket and soon enough, I fell asleep, being worn out for the day.  

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