Ashley

Spoiler alert…

I made the team. Obviously. I mean not to blow my own trumpet, but I'm really good at gymnastics. After hitting every call Ginger made, she finally gave in after the girls convinced her to accept me. At one point I thought I'd be late for class, but I managed to shower, get changed, eat, curl my hair, and make it to class -Psych 101 with Miss Emerson- all with ten minutes to spare.

Everything relating to academics has always come very natural to me. I've never really had to spend hours studying or looking through things to gain an insight, I'm just lucky. I read something and it just sticks. Having a photographic memory really does do wonders when you need to remember something. It's why I remember Maisy's list. I remember what she wrote, how she wrote it and exactly who she named on in.

It's the main reason I'm here. To find out exactly what happened. Dropping down into my seat, I wince slightly. My pussy is still throbbing from the battering I received earlier. That man really doesn't give a single fuck about being gentle. I wiggle in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position.

"Ok class can you all open your books to page 95." Turning to the white board she begins to write in big letters while she continues. "Today we are going to discuss the Gardner's Theory of Multiple Intelligence and end with the Theory of Dissociative Identity Disorder."

Opening my note book, I grab my tabs and highlighters from the inner zip of my backpack and begin to write. If there's one thing I love, it's making sure all my work from each class is perfectly written with colour coded text and tabs to match. I like everything neat and tidy. It's one of the things that I've always smiled while doing.

The door to the class is yanked open and I immediately look up.

"Sorry, I'm late, Professor, training ran longer than expected." He walks in, closing the door politely.

"Just take a seat Jesse, you haven't missed much." She doesn't look at him as she continues to make bullet points on the board for when the discussion begins. Focussing back on my notebook I groan internally as Mr All-American makes his way towards me, eyeing the vacant seat next to me at the back of the class.

"Well, well. Look what we have here," he whispers softly as he drops into the seat.

"There are other seats available for you. Seats away from me." My words coming out impartial and unbothered.

It's how I need to be.

Stay calm Ashley.

Except I am bothered. Inside I'm raging. It's taking everything for me to stay calm right now. I sit back here so I don't have to speak. So, I can listen, take notes, and study what needs to be done. Alone and unnoticed. Just the way I like it. The fact that I already know enough about this asshole already says something.

I didn't come here unprepared. I didn't wait until I knew I was accepted to Brown. I made sure I was. In every single way possible. I made sure I knew everything I needed to, about everyone. He just wasn't supposed to notice me yet. But I guess kicking one of the players in the football team was quite a big gesture on my part. This wouldn't be the first time I've put my foot in it when it comes to sculking through the halls like a ghost.

Fuck.

"Why would I want to sit next to anyone else when you're right here. Ripe for the taking," he winks as I look at him, disgust written everywhere on my face. Rolling my eyes, I turn to focus my attention back towards my notepad as Professor Emerson's voice fills the room again.

"Psychodynamic Theorists believe that the effects of Dissociative Identity Disorder, D.I.D for short, results from continuous exposure to traumatic experiences earlier on in life. Most of these include but are not limited to, child abuse, neglect, and parental abandonment." Crossing her arms, I watch as she walks around her desk, leaning on the front. Scanning the room, she continues.

"Can anyone give me examples on the types of identities that might play a large factor within the disorder and what they're specifically there for?"

I feel the chair shift next to me as Jesse leans over. "Do you have a spare pen?"

"Did you not think to come prepared to class," I counter. There's no way this asshole needs a fucking pen. He has a GPA to match mine.

"I forgot my stuff." I don't need to look at him to hear the smile as he speaks. Wrapping my fingers around a blue pen, I offer it to him. Still refusing to look at him as I continue to work.

"There's always a protector," one girl says from the lower levels of the classroom."

"Go on," Professor Emerson pushes.

"The protector is usually the second alter in command, I guess. The one who tends to push forward when the host is experiencing something that reminds them of a traumatic incident."

"Good." She turns back to the white board and writes the word Protector. "Anyone else?"

"Each alter will always hold a different memory, role or meaning within the hosts system. Some try to erase the memory altogether. While some are there to help the host cope with the trauma."

Professor Emerson looks up at me in surprise. Her eyes softening as the corner of her mouth begins to quirk up. "Nice of you to join us, Ashley." She pauses, thinking for a second. "Tell me, what would a child alter give someone with D.I.D?"

"A child alter is there to relive childhood experiences that the host never had a chance to participate in. For example, fun, happiness, enjoyment. To experience life through the eyes of a child, if you will. Most of the time alters will also know about themselves and allow others to come forward, when necessary."

She turns to face the board and begins to write. "And what is a necessity for another alter to push through? Anyone else." Releasing a heavy breath, I continue to write.

"Well, well, look who's all smart and shit," Jesse chuckles from beside me. "You think you could tutor me?"

Still not looking at him, I scoff. "You have the same GPA as I do dipshit. You don't need me to school you in Psychology."

"Stalking me I see." Leaning back in his seat, he widens his legs just enough, so his knee rests against mine.

"Your stats are everywhere in this school," I turn to face him again. "I don't need to look you up. Now can you shut up so I can learn. Some of us don't have a full ride scholarship and rich parents."

"Ouch," Jesse clasps his chest in feigned upset. "It's not my fault my parents are rich," he whispers as he leans in closer to me. I lean back away from him the moment his breath tickles the skin on my cheek. I need to get away from this asshole before I stab him to death with a blunt pencil. Just the sight of him makes me sick. As I said before, I know who he is, I've researched him too.

I know everything there is to know about this guy and everything there isn't. His family have covered all of his personal life up but if you pay someone enough, they will divulge anything about anyone. Hackers really are amazing when you get to know them. They can find out all kinds of gruesome little things when it's been redacted.

"I think you-"

"You think?" I cut him off. "That must hurt." I close my books and begin to pack my things away. "Personally Jesse, I have neither the time nor the energy to speak to you. I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a spoon."

"Miss Porter is there a problem?"

All eyes turn to face me as I look around the room. "No Professor, it's just hard for me to hear back here with the continued talking coming from the dipshit next to me." The class hums with chatter.

"Alright class, quieten down, please." She looks between me and Jesse, her lips pursed. "There's a free seat right in front, feel free to take that." She points and I begin to squeeze my way through the aisle.

"Thank you," I nod. I take the few steps down to the front of the classroom and park myself next to what I'm assuming is one of the smart ones. Considering his notepad looks exactly like mine, I smirk. Plonking myself down in the chair I open it up and turn to him. He looks at me, then down at my notebook and smiles softly.

"Nice notebook," he whispers, his pen tapping the page.

"Nice penmanship," I nod towards his writing. He gives me a tight smile and we continue to work in unison. The class goes ahead without a single disturbance, and I couldn't be happier. I might be here for revenge but that doesn't mean I won't be making the most of my time here. However, Jesse now noticing me makes me feel all giddy inside. My unexpected actions worked better than I thought. and pushed everything further along. If there's one thing I know about him, it's that he doesn't take no for an answer.

Mia sits at the vanity desk applying her makeup. She seems to think I'm attending this ridiculous party at OBK tonight. Little does she know I have a date with Dracula.

"Can you hurry up we have to leave soon."

"I'm not going to a frat party. Especially the frat house of the guy who's balls I crushed earlier, not to mention Head Bitch will be there."

"Don't tell me you're afraid," she teases. If she knew just how unafraid I was, she'd have me committed. I mean, there's a serial killer roaming university campuses removing the hearts of women he targets, and it's not even filtered into my brain yet that I should be afraid. I can't die yet anyway. Things to do and people to see. She shrugs.

"God damn it," I groan. "Alright, one hour." I hold up a finger and she squeals. "One hour I mean it, Mia, I have a pop quiz tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, yeah. One hour got it," she jumps up from the chair excitedly. "We leave in an hour so hurry up!" She moves my leg over, slapping my bare ass and making her way back over to the chair to finish getting ready herself.

This is going to be dreadful. I hate these kinds of things.

I take my time getting ready and soon enough, I look like a normal human being. Walking from the closet, Mia looks up from her phone and grimaces.

"Uhh, absolutely not." Shaking her head, she reconnects her phone to charge and paces towards me. "There is no way you're wearing that."

I look down at my outfit. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's country looking," she shakes her head. Turning me around to face the full-length mirror. "Can I dress you?"

"You said it was just a few drinks," I slouch in her grasp.

"Honey… It's a frat house. Meaning it's going to be a big party."

"Urgh," I groan. "Fine… Whatever." Mia jumps for joy, running into the closet and rummaging around her side looking for the perfect outfit. I lean over, picking up the image of me and Maisy. Brushing my thumb over her smiling face, I whisper; "I haven't forgotten. I'm just having a little fun. I promise."

"This is it," Mia sings from behind me. As I place the frame back on the table facing my bed I turn around.

"Oh no," I hold my hands up because there is no way I'm wearing that.

"Oh yes!" she squeals yet again, and I fall back onto the bed. "You're going to look so fucking hot in this."

"Mia, I don't want to look hot. I'm going because otherwise you won't stop pestering me." I groan. "Plus, you gave me those ridiculous puppy dog eyes."

"Come onnn," she drones out. Elongating the word into something a stroppy child would say when begging a parent for something they shouldn't be having.

"Stop begging, you look like a dog," I counter. Throwing the towel from my head in her face. She laughs as she catches it and launches the dress at me. "Wear the dress and shut up."

What in the ever-living fuck am I doing? I'll tell you what I'm doing, I'm in a fucking mini dress, walking the streets late at night, to a frat party like my pussy isn't about to drop off with frostbite. Mia convinced me to forgo the coat because it didn't match. The dress I'm wearing is a plain black mini, that sits at the middle of my toned thighs, with spaghetti straps. One move and the girls will fall out. I refused to wear the heels to go with it, so we compromised, and she allowed the Nike Panda's.

"Mia, if I have to walk much longer, I'm calling a fucking Uber. My nipples could cut glass!" I shudder and huddle closer to her as we briskly cross the street.

"Stop moaning. It's right there." She lifts her tanned arm and points to the house at the end of the street.

"Fuck this." I unlink my arm and take off in a sprint.

"Ashley!" Mia shouts from behind me, laughter lacing her voice.

"Hurry up!" I call back to her. The sound of her boots hitting the asphalt behind me as she's hot on my heels. Our giggling melding together as one singular sound. I don't think I've laughed this much in a while. Mia grabs my arm, swinging me around as our laughter becomes even louder.

We stop, leaning against each other to catch our breathe. Mia really has to be one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen, which makes it unbelievable to me that she's so kind. I take a few steps back dragging her with me.

"Come on we need to-" Ooof… The sound leaves my throat as I smack into a hard chest. Looking up, my eyes widen at none other than Nathan standing there.

"Professor Danvers, you're out late," Mia cuts in, pulling me back slightly.

Nathan lifts a 7-11 bag and smiles. "Can't sleep." He looks down on me then, fighting a smirk and throwing my previous words back at him. "Miss Porter."

"Professor."

"You ladies look lovely. Where you heading tonight?" He looks at Mia now, completely ignoring me. I stand there rigid and watch his chest rise and fall. He's not in his usual office wear. Tonight, it's a black Nike tracksuit with Dunks.

"Ashley?" Mia waves a hand in front of me.

"Yeah?" I turn to face her. "Sorry," I laugh. "I totally spaced. I'll meet you inside."

"Ok," she smiles, walking around us and making her way into the frat house.

"Ashley, look at me." Nathan's voice is calm. "Look at me." I tear my eyes from Mia and look directly into his. "About earlier today."

"What about it?" I breathe. Taking a step closer to him, a little too close if I'm honest, my hard nipples brushing along his chest as he groans deep within himself.

"I lost control of the situation."

"Personally, you had full control."

Placing a hand onto my stomach, he slowly takes a step back.

"I made it clear this couldn't happen. My job is important to me. This is all I have; all I've worked for. It's-"

"Ok," I shrug, a tight smile on my face as I walk around him.

"Ok?" He parrots questioningly. I spin on my heel to face him and smile, because there's no fucking way, he's telling me no. I'll play along. For now.

"Yeah," I giggle playfully. "You don't want me that's fine. I won't beg." I take a few more steps backwards. "But you'll crack soon enough."

"Ashley," he growls.

"Miss Porter," I correct him. "I'll see you in class next week." Turning to face the frat house again, I instantly drop my fake as shit smile. I can see by the look in his eyes he wants me. He just needs that little push over the edge, and I have the perfect idea for it. Ascending the stairs into the huge Greek building with large, black Greek letters stuck to the top. The music pumps through my chest, setting the roots of my hair on end.

"Teen drinking is very bad!"Pumps from the speakers as the beat of Tipsy by J-Kwon blares from the speakers. Red cups raised to the sky as everyone cheers. Bodies grinding against each other as they dance and grind together.

"Jesus Christ," I hate this shit. Why am I even here when I could run into this guy at any other time of the day? The fact I even have to attend this kind of shit just fills me with disgust. I had an idea while getting ready though so it shouldn't be that boring. Because I'm about to have an entire one-eighty on Jesse. The excitement inside me bubbles up and I fight my hardest to keep that stoic look on my face.

"Not your scene?" I snap to the right and look right into the eyes of Jesse Richmond, head Quarterback, all-American boy, and name number two on my list. I was a little more sold on the idea than I let on, when Mia told me the party was here at Jesse's frat.

"No, this is fun." Sarcasm drips from my words. Mindless drones following the same shit no matter what the year.

He snorts into the red cup before taking a sip of whatever alcoholic beverage rests inside. "You don't do this often, huh?"

"Not at all," I shake my head. His small talk is awful. "How's your friend?" I know Marcus isn't his friend but hey, it's fun to play stupid. He towers over me, watching as he takes another sip.

"My brother is fine."

Huh, guess I missed that in my research on him.

"However, he can't play tomorrow's game. Heavy bruising in his nether region."

"Oops," I chuckle.

"We've been telling him for months he needs to wear his guard. Whereas now he will so, I guess… I guess, I should thank you." He taps my shoulder with the back of his hand.

"For kicking your brother in the dick?"

He's silent for a beat. "I guess so."

"You should be fine though."

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" he tilts his head playfully, a small wrinkle between his brows. Focusing back on the people in front of me, I have to hide my disgust. They all knew what was going on.

"I dunno, six-foot-three, two-hundred and ten pounds of," I look back up at him, and clear my throat. Deepening my voice, I recite the stats information I found online. "Lean American muscle with a throwing arm perfect for launching a pigskin from the fifty-yard line."

Pretending to hold a microphone in my hand, I bring my fist close to my mouth. "This gentleman is a strong NFL prospect folks. Twenty-year-old, Jesse Richmond has the ability to withstand hits and go legits."

"Stalker," he says through his laughter. The deep base of the music pumping through the sound system rattles my skeletal structure. What the fuck is with this shit? Jesus Christ. This music really is a crock of shit.

"Nah," I flick my hand between us. "I was bored."

"Ouch." He bends over as though in pain, resting a hand on my shoulder. "And here I thought we were going to be friends."

"Friends?" I scoff. "Guys like you don't have girls as friends. The girls that are your friends are the ones you fuck."

"I'm a good boy, Ashley, I swear," he holds up three fingers in front of me. "Scouts honour."

Another laugh. "There's no way you were a fucking scout."

"You have a pretty laugh."

"Oh god," I groan. "Are you flirting with me? Because if you are it's weak as shit." He takes a step forward and now he's really towering over me. My chest just below his pectoral muscles and I strain to look up at him.

"Nah," he leans down to me. His lips brushing my earlobe as he speaks, and I have to control every action I have to stop myself from fucking puking at him being this close. "If I was flirting, Ash, I'd tell you that I'd love nothing more than to take you upstairs and strip you out of that perfect little dress and fuck what I'm sure is the tightest pussy I've ever had." In an instant he shoots back up and shrugs. "But I'm not. I just think your laugh is pretty."

Gross.

"Let's get you a drink." I don't understand how women could find that kind of talk sexy, the only thing it incites within me is disgust. Most women don't know what he's capable of. Most women aren't me. He takes hold of my hand and leads me through the makeshift dancefloor and my hand burns in his grasp. I'm desperate to pull away, to leave and forget this whole thing, but I can't. I'm here now, I have to see it through.

Stay calm Ashley.

I'm led into the kitchen where the rest of the football team are, Mia's cheer coach Fire Crotch sits on the kitchen side and the moment she notices Jesse holding my hand, her brows furrow and she begins to whisper in another girl's ear. Mia turns around from talking to some guy in the kitchen and looks between me and Jesse, eyes widened but brows furrowed.

"When were you two so… friendly?" Mia leans in and whispers, handing me a red cup filled with what I can only assume is beer.

"Since I kicked his brother in the dick apparently." I take a sip, my lips curling in disgust as I hand it back to her shaking my head. "Eurgh, no, not for me." Stepping away from me, Jesse opens the fridge, pulling out a bottle of ice-cold water and handing it to me with a wink on the end.

"Thanks," I smile. I unscrew the top and take a sip.

"What did Professor Danvers want anyway?" Mia questions as she watches Jesse place his arm back around my shoulder. I'm surprised at her reaction. She's been here longer than me so there's no doubt she knows what he's like with girls.

"Danvers was here?" he looks down at me, screwing his face up in disgust.

What's his problem?

"I bumped into him outside. I'm his TA. He just wanted to run a few things by me before our next lesson," I reply, looking at Mia who's focussed on the arm around my shoulder. I slowly scan the room, noticing more eyes on me than I expected. I'm just waiting for the right moment. If it doesn't happen naturally then I'll make it happen.

"Fuck that guy," Jesse hops up onto the kitchen side. That's when I see her. The brunette with the green eyes. Walking in like she owns the place as her two little cronies follow in behind her. She grabs a cup from one of the other girls and drinks it back in one go. Ginger takes hold of her wrist and I watch as she looks at me while whispering into her ear. I lean between Jesse's legs, propping my forearms up onto his thighs as I dangle the bottle of water from my fingertips. Here we go.

"You don't like him?" Tipping my head back slightly so I can see Jesse.

"Who we talking about?" another guy asks, and I look towards him.

"Danvers," Jesse throws back with venom.

"Yeah, that dude's crazy weird," he takes a sip of his beer. "I heard he's unable to keep his hands of young girls."

"Oh really?" Acting innocent because I know that's a fact. He's fucking me after all, as sickening as it is. But I can't deny he fucks me better than I've ever been before.

"I don't see it. He's always been really nice to me," Mia shrugs taking a sip of her drink.

"He just gives off that rapey vibe I guess," the other guy says as he looks at me and frowns. "Oh shit. I just realised where I've seen you from. You're the girl who socked Marcus in the dick right?"

"I guess that's me," I roll my eyes, taking a sip of the water.

"Troy," he holds out his fist and I bump it.

"Ashley."

"Jesse," sings the brunette from beside me as she walks over. "Let's go have some fun." She holds out her hand to him. I look at her hand but refuse to move. Little Miss Francesca Lopez.

New player has entered the game.

"I'm good here Fran. Go find Jacob, I'm sure he's free." Fran looks me up and down in disgust and I do everything I can not to sock her in the mouth. I didn't want to be in this fucking university in the first place. But with everything that's happened, with the things I found out after the fact, that's why I'm here. The quicker I get this over with, the quicker I can move on. The quicker we can move on.

"He'll be back when he's bored, honey." She narrows her eyes at me. Her sickly-sweet valley girl accent sings through the air. Making me wonder how the fuck she got into a school like this. She sounds like a fucking idiot. Clearly daddy paid for her to be here.

"The difference is I won't allow him to." I look at my nails. If she's going to accuse me of something, I might as well play into it.

"Won't allow him to what?" she huffs crossing her arms and looking at me confused as hell.

"Get bored." I stand up straighter, looking her dead in the eyes. Ready to taunt her. "Not that I plan on fucking him but," I slide a piece of her hair through my fingers as I lick my bottom lip. "I might just let him fuck me in the ass for fun." A slow grin creeps up my face. "Then we'll find out just who he's going to keep coming back to. Me, or your raggedy ass snatch." Ending the sentence with a wink. I notice the room go eerily silent as I lean back into Jesse.

"You little bitch!" She lunges for me, I lift my leg up, pressing the sole of my trainer to her stomach as I lean in and smack her with my free hand. She grabs onto my ankle, yanking me from Jesse's hold and down to the floor with her. I drop the water bottle as my ass hits the tile floor of the kitchen with a thud and I swear I've broken my tailbone.

All the while, I'm hysterical with laughter. Watching her rage out is hilarious to me and the fact that women do this over men on a regular basis confuses me more than it should. Why fight over something so insignificant? Rolling on top of me I grab onto her wrists and continue to laugh.

The blood from her nose coating the top of her lip, and her once white teeth are now covered in red. Droplets of blood splattering my chest and face. She manages to slip a hand free, and I brace myself for the hit. She slaps me clean across the face and I feel the moment my lip splits. Both the girls who came with Fran stand there, clapping and cheering as we fight.

"Fucking whore!" she screams.

I continue to laugh. "That all you got?"

"Shut up!" She screams again. I push her back slightly, grabbing onto her hair and dragging her to her feet as I get to mine. Pulling my hand back as far as it will go, I lean into it and slap her round the face just like she did to me. She pirouettes and hits the kitchen counter.

Everyone in the kitchen is chanting ‘Fight, fight, fight!' Brushing the blonde hair from my face I prepare myself to go again but I'm instantly hoisted up and thrown over Jesse's shoulder.

"Jesse, put me down," I continue, howling with laughter. "Let me beat that bitch's ass!"

"Watch when I see you next bitch!" Fran calls. I look up and flip her off with both hands, laughing hysterically.

"Not if I see you first!" More laughter comes now because she has absolutely no idea how true that statement resonates. All this pent-up aggression flows from my body and that was just the beginning. I'm just getting started with the havoc I'm about to cause here. The lives I'm about to ruin.

But you weren't there when she really needed you, Ashley.

"I can walk y'know," I deadpan. Pushing thoughts of Maisy from my mind.

"You can fight too it seems," he counters. "Quite the little mongoose."

"That wasn't nearly enough." A bedroom door opens behind me, and I'm dropped to my feet. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and wince.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he says, pulling me into the bathroom, wrapping his hands around my waist, he hoists me up effortlessly onto the bathroom counter. Bending down, I watch as he pulls the first aid box from the small cupboard under the sink, placing it on top of the counter. I love this image he's trying to pursue, trying to convince me and everyone else of. That he's the good boy, when in actual fact he's the sewage line that runs through this entire place.

"I'm fine you know."

"I can't have you bleeding to death." He tears the top of a small plastic packet and removes the antiseptic wipe.

"Dramatic," I state as he takes hold of my chin and runs the wipe over the cut. I hiss, wrapping my hand around his wrist and pulling out of his grasp. "Ow!"

He clicks his teeth, pulling me closer to him again. "So dramatic," he sniffs, throwing my previous words back at him. He works silently. Cleaning my lip as much as possible. I doubt it's even that bad, but I allow him to do it, so he feels like a saviour.

"Why are you being so nice? What's the catch?"

"There's no catch. There's nothing wrong with being nice to someone."

Bullshit.

This good boy persona is a crock of shit.

He'll find out that I know more about him than he thinks.

"Who was the girl downstairs?" I ask, wondering if he'll tell me. Wondering if he will give up the reason why they're not together anymore.

"Jealous?" he asks, picking up the few bloody pieces of tissue and throwing them into the trashcan beside me. I'm incapable of feeling anything that doesn't involve rage.

"You wish." I already know who she is. I just need him to confirm it for me.

"My ex."

One down.

"Recent?"

"Finished last year."

Second down.

"I caught her fucking someone else."

"That's rough. Anyone I might know," I breathe out, laughing on the end of it.

"Professor Danvers."

Ok, I didn't expect that one.

"How the fuck is she still here?" God, I'm better at playing dumb than I thought. I almost convince myself that I am.

"Francesca's father is a big-time donator to the university and well, I was told to keep quiet. And Danvers, well he was told to stay as far away from her as possible."

Bingo.

This is exactly what I wanted to hear. Even though Maisy didn't mention him by name, she did in fact state that Fran was sleeping with someone other than Jesse. I just didn't expect it to be Nathan.

"Does anyone else know what happened with them?" I ask even though I know the answer.

"Why?"

"Just asking," I shrug. "I can warn her off for you if you like?" I laugh, quickly trying to change the subject. Widening my legs, I loop my fingers into his jeans. The hem of my black dress ruching further up my thighs. He places his palms on either side of me, trapping me on the spot.

He doesn't resist me at all and falls into place so easy, like he's always belonged there. I hate what I'm doing right now. I hate knowing that someone who hurt my friend is going about their day like it doesn't matter.

It's like they don't care about anything but themselves. Well, I'm about to change all of that. I'll make them understand. I'll make sure everybody sees what they did.

"What are you doing, Ash?" he clenches his jaw, his eyes scanning over my chest as he talks. I scoff internally because, men, they're all the same. A little attention and they can't help themselves. Give them an inch and they take a mile, give them nothing and they take it all.

"Saying thank you," I shrug. "But if you're not-" I don't get to finish the words before he's on me. Devouring my mouth like it's the last one he'll ever taste. I slide my hands under his black t-shirt and push higher until he pulls it off his body. I have to swallow the disgust in my chest, as his lips find mine again.

His tongue twirling and sucking around mine. He slides his hands roughly up my legs and I have to do everything possible not to throw up in his mouth. He bunches my dress up around my waist, breaking the kiss. Looking down as he widens my legs.

"Up," he smiles, I lift my ass off the side, and he rips my thong from my body.

Just breathe Ash, you can do this.

Placing his hands on the insides on my knees he pushes further and further until my legs burn with how stretched they are. I don't want this, but it's a necessary evil to get to where I need to be. Without this, I can't win. I need to see how far he will go; I need him scared. Panic stricken as he wonders what I'll do.

"Jesse," I breathe seductively. "Eat my pussy." He sucks in a breath, crouching to the floor and immediately spitting directly onto my cunt. I'm allowing the asshole who helped ruin Maisey's life touch me with the same hands that hurt her.

The same person who helped turn her into someone I didn't even recognise. I'll be able to stop him before this goes any further than I want, I just need to see how far he will go. Flattening his tongue, he begins eating me out like a man starved.

It's sloppy at best and I have to fake every single moan. It's depressing that some guys really have no idea how to eat pussy. Yet will expect even a virgin woman to suck a dick correctly.

"Yes, oh my god, yes." I moan out worthlessly into the bathroom. Does he even know what it sounds like when a woman enjoys sex? Because I'm guessing, if he did, he would know this was the fakest shit he's ever heard. He jumps up from the floor, dragging me off the side of the counter and flipping me over. The way he's holding me is bruising, tight and unrelenting. Hold on.

"Jesse," I giggle. "I didn't say you could fuck me." Hoping he will come to his senses and stop, but knowing he won't.

"You sure about that?" he breathes into my ear as I hear the buckle from his belt rattle.

"This isn't funny, Jesse, I said no."

Keep going Jesse.

"Beg me to stop," he growls, the zip ringing as he yanks it down. Pressing my palms to the counter, I push back, trying to turn my body to face him.

"Jesse… I said stop." I press further, but he's stronger than I anticipated. "I-I don't like this, Jesse." With a single thrust he fills me. My cry dancing around the room as he thrusts to the hilt. Tears pool in the corners of my eyes. I didn't want him inside me. He releases a groan as he begins violently pumping into me, running his hands up my back, he grips my throat and yanks my head back.

"Keep going, Ashley," his voice heavy and gravelly.

"Jesse. Stop." Nothing. "Jesse, can you hear me I said stop!" He continues thrusting into me, harder and harder. My pelvic bone hitting the handles of the cabinet I'm bent over and the bile in my chest rises.

"JESSE!" I scream. "Get off me!" Snapping my head back, my occipital bone connecting with his nose. The swift sound of a crack hits my ears as he falls back. Pulling my dress down as I turn around and watch him sliding down to the floor. Cupping his nose.

"You broke my fucking nose bitch!" he bellows. Blood spilling out of his nostrils down to his mouth and chill.

"I told you to fucking stop!" I scream back. Kicking him in the legs hard as I can, he cries out and grasps his thigh. "Fucking cock sucker!" Stumbling out of the bathroom I run out of his room and down the stairs. Pushing my way through the bodies of drunken and sexually starved people. I can't fucking breathe.

I need to get out of here.