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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6. chapter 5

Chapter five

A few hours had passed, and Niall was silent. He wouldn't even look at me. I decided to talk to Harry, who was sipping tea in the kitchen.

"He was telling the truth.. you know." My statement startled him, and he quickly set down his tea. "Don't defend him. He knew exactly what he was getting into." He scolded. I'm not sure why he was so upset with him.

"I just didn't want to be alone.. and I told him I wanted to go. Please don't be angry with him." Harry seemed to have gotten more upset. His brows furrowed once again and he sat up. "Stay out of Niall's business. If you want to keep yourself alive, stay away from him." After his statement he picked up his tea, and left to go into his room.

I continuously wondered why Harry made this deal with me. He has hardly said a word to me, and when he does, he's cold and harsh.

I know I was told to stay away from Niall, but I wanted to see him. I knocked on his bedroom door, and heard a muffled 'come in!'. I slowly opened the door to see Niall, just in his boxers. He was lying on his bed, with a bandaged lip, and chest.

"Oh Ashley, sorry I wasn't expecting you." His cheeks transitioned into a bright pink and he covered his lower half with a blanket.

"I wanted to see how you were doing." I said while slightly turning my head to cover my face from blushing. I had to say, he looked handsome, even injured.

"I'm fine, just a little sore. Nothing I can't handle." He replied with a smile. I let out a giggle and shook my head. "Thank you for saving me." He seemed surprised at what I just said.

"You don't have to say thank you, I would do it again, and again, and again." As his words faded, he leaned into me, and I felt his breathe upon my skin.

I felt my lips brush onto his, and I put my hands on his shoulders. Before the kiss had deepened, I remembered he was hurt. I gently pushed him away.

"You're hurt." I began examining his cuts and bruises. His face was filled with disappointment. "You really need to stop worrying about me. I'm fine.." he started to lean in again. As much as I wanted to kiss him again, I knew it was wrong.

"I'm sorry Niall.. but this isn't right. We barely know each other," I began. Our foreheads touched one another. "You need rest." I said, and kissed his forehead while getting up from the bed. "Goodnight, Ashley."

"Goodnight."

I crept through the hallway, and found my way back to the soft cushion that I fell asleep on last night. Someone had placed silk blankets and pillows onto the arm of the sofa. I set up my bed on the sofa in the way of my liking, and felt my eyelids getting heavy.

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My mother was a real piece of work. How could she do this to us.. to her own husband? I glared over at the drunken man giving my mother sloppy kisses.

My father returned home from work. My mothers eyes grew wide, and she covered her mouth. Her lipstick had been smeared all over her face, and managed to get on her neck.

"Dear.. you're, uh, home early." She said just loud enough for us to hear. My father instantly broke. He marched up the the intoxicated stranger, and grabbed him by the neck of his shirt. "Don't you ever touch my wife again. You'll be damn sorry if you do." He demanded through gritted teeth. His veins erected on his neck and arms. Finally, the man was thrown out of the house.

"You slut." He called out as he smacked my mother in her face. She cried out to him, but he wouldn't listen. He slammed her into the wall, repeating "You'll pay for this, You'll pay for this."

I couldn't stand it any longer. I yelled for him to stop, and to let go of her, but he just wouldn't.

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"Ashley..Ashley it's okay.. it was just a bad dream." My eyelids lifted as I saw Niall kneeling down at the sofa.

I still have night terrors of the first time I witnessed my mother cheating, and my father being abusive. It's something I never wanted to relive.

"How about you come sleep with me in my room?" He suggested, and took my hands in his. "O-okay.." I let out.

We found our way to his room, and he handed me a large grey t shirt to sleep in. It was just long enough to cover my rear end, and it gave off the smell of his cologne.

Once the light had been turned off, Niall climbed back into his large bed. Our bodies sunk into the memory foam, and we turned ourselves on our sides to face one another.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He tucked a piece of hair that was strung upon my face behind my ear. I couldn't say anything, I was too stuck in the moment. "Sleep tight." He said while kissing my forehead. Second after second, I fell back into a deep sleep.

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