Toxic

Graduation gives freedom, but too much freedom can be toxic. Ashley decides to run out of her house due to her neglectful parents abandoning her. When she discovers a home away from home, she realizes she's not alone.

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12. chapter 11

Chapter eleven

Dylan shoved me into his bedroom and I've been sitting against the headboard with my face in between my knees for several minutes. I haven't heard anything from Dylan so I took out my phone.

I called Harry and he quickly answered. "Ashley how is everything?" He asked but I quickly broke down in tears. "He has me locked in his room. He knows who I am Harry he must of saw me with Niall. I'm sorry." I bursted out.

"Shit this is all my fault. I'm going to find you, do whatever you can to protect yourself." He said in a calming tone. My breathing became heavy as my mind began to wonder off.

"Harry what if he kills me?What if I'm stuck here for-" my rambling was cut off by Dylan bursting into the room and taking my phone.

"Who the fuck is this?" He screamed into the phone. Once he heard Harry's voice he slammed it down and crushed it with his foot. Dylan grabbed me forcefully by the neck and spat in my face. "Don't you ever try to pull something like that again." he growled through gritted teeth.

I gasped for air and begged for him to let go. He finally loosened his grip allowing me to inhale deeply and breathe normally again.

"Why are you doing this?" I cried out. His brown eyes pierced into my soul and I froze. He pointed his finger in my face and waved it as if I were a disobedient child. "You're going to regret ever trying to trick me." He spat and left the room, slamming the door.

Outside of the room I heard the click of a lock, and began to sob.

5:00

My swollen eyes fluttered open as I had woken from a deep sleep after bawling my eyes out. I wiped my damp eyes and remembered what had happened.

I asked myself how long I would be here. If Niall missed me being gone. If Harry was coming to rescue me.

My stomach growled and I thought of how I haven't eaten all day. I soon heard footsteps towards the door and a pause as a key entered into the lock.

Dylan entered the room with chicken noodle soup and bread. "You're lucky I'm letting you eat. Make one wrong move, and you lose this privilege." He snarled. I shyly took the bread into my hand and began to eat.

Dylan would impatiently look out of the window, and check the time from his expensive watch. The tapping of his right foot reminded me of my father.

-

Smoke filled the household as my mother's notorious beef stew has been cooking. My father waited while tempting to distract himself with a newspaper. "How long will it be darling? I'm not getting any younger." He snickered and took a sip of his beer. His right foot tapped along the wooden floor, getting faster as the time had passed.

"Not much longer. A few more minutes." My mother called out while stirring. My fathers face had turned a fire red and he slammed his hand down onto the table.

"It's god damn 8 o' clock Ruby." My mother's face went white and she quickly began pouring the stew into the bowls. No one had said anything else that night, and it had been our last family meal together.

-

After I had finished my soup, I witnessed a black limousine pull into the apartment's parking spaces.

Two large men in tuxedos had left the limousine and walked towards Dylan's door. A sudden thump was heard on the other end of the door and Dylan had left the room to welcome the men.

"We need to go. Now." Dylan had said.

"Is the money all here?" A deep voice had asked and began shuffling around in a bag of some short.

"All $10,000." Dylan had stated with pride.

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