In case anybody didn't see the small description I added, there's a trigger warning on this chapter. I don't want to spoil what happens in the chapter (although most of you probably already have guessed it), but please don't read it if you are easily triggered. I'll write a small summary at the end of the A/N for anybody that couldn't read it.

Alex’s POV

School, period 3, biology. The teacher was writing down things on the board, explaining processes I didn’t get anyway. Not that I could even concentrate, or anything. Normally, Ash would sit next to me on the high desks we had, and she was my lab partner. But it all changed today. I was sitting all alone, and so was she. You see, I would have sat next to her, if it weren’t for the fact I was already sat down when she entered the classroom just before the bell went. She decided not to sit next to me, and there was no way I could stand up and make my way over to her while the teacher had already started the class. I was stuck at my window seat while she sat at the opposite end of the room.

She kept looking back at the large clock placed just above the door; every couple seconds her eyes would flicker to the device, the time only ticking by very slowly. I wished I could read her mind right now. She was showing no other emotion, and I just wanted to know why. Everything about her had been even more distant since she had disappeared with Luke at the concert. They still drove back with us, but everything seemed a whole lot more tense. I wouldn’t exactly say she was upset, but there was no way she was ok. Something happened, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

I felt like absolute shit letting Luke just make me give up on her. I still really liked her, and if it had been any other guy, I would not have even thought about staying away from the beautiful girl. But something about Luke was wrong and odd. Like he could plan something to happen to me without anybody around him knowing. He probably knew exactly what he wanted to do to me if he actually saw me trying to talk to Ash. And, yes, I know I could have technically talked to her at school while he wasn’t around, but it wouldn’t surprise if if he had some people at this school watching out and spying for him. I mean, he even managed to scare Zack, it was highly likely he was able to threaten some shy kids around school.

But that wasn’t what I was worried about know. I should have been paying attention to the teacher, since my grades really weren’t doing that good and I needed to graduate this year. However, Ash just got all the spotlight in my mind. It was all I had been thinking about for weeks, yet I still wasn’t able to man up and talk to her. I should have just gone against Luke and made sure Ash was ok…

Especially with what happened next.

There was a knock at the door, and not even a second later, Luke popped his head around the corner. He smiled politely at the teacher, opening the door so his whole body could get inside. The teacher seemed confused at first, but raised his eyebrows at the guy who obviously wasn’t a high school student anymore.

“Umm, hi,” Luke said, keeping up his nice and amiable act for the teacher, so he would get his way, “I’m here to pick up Ash. I already got permission and signed her out.”

“Oh, ok,” Mr. teacher seemed surprised that one of his best students was going to leave the class earlier. Nonetheless, he still gave Ash a small smile, telling her it was ok to go.

Ash just looked at Luke for a while before slowly packing up her stuff. Luke seemed impatient, waiting for his girlfriend to get together all the stuff she had laying out on the table. But as soon as Ash was finished, they left the classroom in no time, leaving me to wonder. Was that why she was always checking the time; was that what she was waiting for? She was waiting for Luke to come pick her up? But why did she seem so distressed and panicked about it?

I looked out of the window as if it were to give me an answer, and surprisingly it did. Luke was rushing out to his car, holding Ash’s arm tightly, pulling her along harshly. He seemed mad, like crazy serial killer mad, not upset mad. Ash was trying to get away while he continued to basically rip her arm off. My eyes went wide at the site. What the fuck was going on! And then it got even worse. Luke opened the passenger door, and Ash seemed to use this as a distraction to get away. She managed to run for a couple of steps, trying her best to flee, but Luke was too fast. He grabbed her wrist and made her forehead slam against the roof of the car before punching the girl and stuffing her into the front seat.

“What the shit!” I exclaimed as loud as my voice could. Everybody turned to look at me, some snickering while the teacher looked taken aback by my language. Didn’t anybody see what just happened outside?! Somebody must have seen! I looked around, trying to find the lone soul who was sharing the horror with me, but all the attention was on my outburst.

“Are you ok, Alexander?” I was asked by the man who stood in front of the entire class. He was genuinely concerned, probably thinking it had something to do with my anxiety. The entire staff knew about it and while some teachers thought I used it as an excuse, others actually cared. “You look like you’ve see a ghost. Do you need to leave the classroom for a bit?”

“No… I’m fine, it’s fine,” I mumbled in a hushed tone, petrified by the scene I had just watched.

The car was already long gone when I looked back outside.

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Ash’s POV

My head was throbbing, the sound of my heartbeat making me wince every time. I was dizzy while my eyes were begging for me to close them. All I wanted right there was to pass out and never wake up again. I’d much rather be up there with my mother than down here in this hell. My stomach was flipping constantly, and the occasional bumps in the road weren’t helping at all either.

Ever since I woke up this morning, I had been dreading when the clock turned to 3 o’clock. After not being able to get what he wanted in the bathroom at the concert, because somebody had walked in, Luke had promised me he would organize a ‘special date’ for us. I knew exactly what he had planned, though. He told me he was planning on getting a room and that we would finally be able to do what ‘we’ wanted in peace. I never wanted this, though. I had even considered running away before Alex or his parents woke up, but I knew Luke would find me anyway. There was no escaping him.

“I’m going to throw up,” I groaned while I pressed my overheating forehead against the cool window. With the November wind making everything chilly, it was perfect for a fever.

“If you even think about doing that in my car!” Luke growled and pulled on my hair, before slamming my head and hard as he could against the window I used for comfort just seconds before. However, his discipline only made it all worse.

“I’m going to be sick,” I mumbled again, this time ending my sentence with me starting to gag. Luke let out a frustrated sigh, and pulled over on the side of the highway as quickly as possible.

He pressed the button the unlock all the doors and watched me with irritated and bored eyes, waiting for me to do something, “well, whore, go ahead and open the door, I don’t need you making my car filthy.”

I struggled the pull on the hand to click open the metal door. There was no strength left in me, and I felt like I was going to pass out any minute. As soon as it actually opened, the contents of my stomach started spewing right out of my mouth, just outside of the car. And although that was close, my eyes suddenly closed. The last thing I remembered was hitting the floor.

When I woke up, I managed to open my eyes just a bit. As I looked up, I saw Luke smiling down at me with crazy eyes. He was carrying me up some concrete stairs. When I sloppily rolled my head to the side, I could see a parking lot with a couple of cars, and a block of motel rooms. Oh. We were there already.

“It’s ok, baby,” Luke grinned softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “we’re finally here. It’s all good now.”

I was too tired and spaced out to even try to get away. It was highly likely that I had a concussion. I could hear my head crack the first time he hit me against the car, and the second time made it feel like my brain was being sloshed around in my skull. The rest of my memory was fuzzy, and I couldn’t even remember Luke coming to get me. Maybe I had ran away, but he caught me. Or possibly he even came to pick me up before I even got the chance to go to school. I didn’t know anymore.

Luke unlocked the door to the squalid bedroom, kicking the door closed behind himself before throwing me harshly onto the bed. My neck snapped in an uncomfortable way, creating a large cracking sound throughout the entire room. The poor smell of dusty old carpets was filling my nose, making my nausea increase ten times. If it weren’t for all the pain I was feeling, I would have at least tried to lock myself up in the bathroom. But he had worn me out too much already.

“So,” Luke climbed on top of me, smirking down as my beaten up body, “I finally get what I want. I’ve been waiting for this for ages. All I wanted was a one night stand, I didn’t expect it to be so difficult. There’s no better feeling that getting to fuck a virgin. They’re just so innocent and oblivious. But that’s what I’m here for, to create you into the little slut you actually are.”

He forcefully put his weight on me, restricting me of any simple movement, before slamming his lips against mine. The pressure hurt so much, giving me that extra strength I needed to just move my arms slightly and try to push him off. But it didn’t work. He realised what I was trying to do.

Clicking his tongue a couple times, he shook his head disapprovingly, trailing his fingers lightly over the side of my face, “well, well, well. Trying to be a bad girl, now, are we? We can’t have that. It will only make things a whole lot more difficult. How will I deal with this,” he pretended to think for a while before acting like he had the best idea ever, “Oh! I know! My favourite part…” He proceeded to take of his belt, grabbing my hands mightily, bringing them up to the head board and binding them tightly. I felt the bruises already start to form as the leather dug into my flesh.

“There we go,” he looked pleased with his work and continued with what he had planned, this time attacking my neck. There was nothing pleasurable about it like in the past. His lips were cold and hard, bringing shivers and a crawling feeling over my skin. There was no point trying to get my hands loose, the belt being too painful to even move a fraction. Before I could even try something else, his hands went down my pants.

I screamed as loud as I possibly could, trying my best to wriggle free from everything at once; the weight, the grip, and the strap preventing me from attempting to escape. I was officially stuck and just had to accept what was going to happen to me. There was no way for me to break free and run to my school bag to get somebody to help me. It was no use.

He slapped me hard across the face, making my skin burn while a taste of blood took over the dry feeling in my mouth, “shut the fuck up, you dirty little whore!” My shirt was ripped right off my body, fluff coming off the fabric and consuming the air around us. He ripped another strip off and stuffed it into my mouth, gagging me and preventing me from making a noise.

“Now, how about we have a little fun taking these jeans off? I don’t think the traditional way will do justice. How about we get my little friend?” He made a sharp pocket knife appear from his back pocket, making even more fear rush through me. If i didn’t oblige, he would be able to hurt me any moment he wanted. So, I just let him go to work on my jeans, cutting away the fabrics while sometimes slipping and cutting my sweaty cold flesh. There were now deep cuts all over my legs to go along with my face, my torso being the only thing that was still clear of any bruises. But that didn’t last long. Luke didn’t like the sight of me still in my underwear, so he cut off my bra, being more careful than he was with my pants.

He grabbed and my breasts, grunting loudly at the contact. Tears were streaming down my face, while the sobs were choking me. With not being able to swallow, nor getting air out through my mouth, everything got stuck in my throat. It felt like my breasts were being ripped off the rest of my body while his hands pulled and tugged in all directions.

“Fuck it,” he groaned with frustration, finally letting go of me, “I can’t take this anymore.”

The short moment of nothing being done to me was over very quickly. He pulled down his jeans and boxers in one go, just below his butt, before reaching out to my panties and tearing them up impatiently. With no time to spare, he slammed right into me, causing me to scream out in excruciating pain. Everything felt like it was rupturing apart. It was stinging, burning, and agonizing. Everything only got worse as he was thrusting in and out of me, getting exactly what he wanted while I had to pay for it.

Harper was wrong, sex really wasn’t good.

He released inside of me in a matter of minutes, enjoying the last of what my body could give him. I felt disgusting, used… humiliated. Scratches were littering all over me, causing a mess of blood smeared on my once pale skin. In no time, after having finished, Luke got off me, pulling up his jeans again. He didn’t say a word until letting my hands free again.

“Thank you for your services, you little slut. We’re done now,” he walked out of the room without glancing back at me.

I was left there all alone to bawl my eyes out for what felt like hours. Everything was hurting, and it was like my feminine parts had been taken away from me. I was just a worthless waste of space now. Nobody would ever be able to care for me again, it was just physically impossible to love someone menial. My dad was on the other side of the globe, my brothers would never understand, and I didn’t have any friends anymore.

Luke had taken everything away from me.

However, I wasn’t going to let myself stay in this room filled with bad memories forever. I had to get out. Everywhere I looked only caused my tears to start again. My school bag was still left untouched next to the small desk, however. I tried crawling my naked aching body towards it. Standing up wasn’t working, it hurt to much down there for me to move my legs. With my clothes ripped apart, I had nothing to cover myself up with, I was out here for anybody to take me once again. When I finally found my phone at the bottom of my bag, I felt relieved yet more fear rushed over me again. The screen had been shattered from the impact of it hitting the floor when Luke threw the bag away randomly. However, there was nobody I could trust anymore. I was naked and they would see everything, all my parts and all my bruises. Everybody would be disgusted by the sight of me.

However, I still texted the first person who I secretly knew wouldn’t judge me:

Jack Barakat.

Notes

Is it weird that this is the chapter that inspired this entire story? Everything had been a build up to this... I'm not sure what to do now... This chapter was pretty difficult to write, not just because of the theme, but also because I didn't want to make it too detailed, nor too vague.

So, here's the summary for those who decided not to read it.
It start's in Alex's POV. Ash is acting weird and keeps checking the clock. Eventually Luke comes to pick her up, but she seems hesitant. Alex witnesses Luke abuse Ash before driving off with her. He does nothing about it, and nobody else in the class saw.
It then switched to Ash's POV. The abuse continues and she has a concussion. Luke rapes her before breaking up with her and walking out. Ash decides to text Jack, asking for help.

Now, I normally would add a gif to the end, but i don't think it's appropriate for this chapter. As soon as something seems to be looking up, I might start it again, but for now there will be no gifs.