We're sitting in Ashlyns room again. Playing the music of our favourite band. We have no idea where her mom is, we haven't seen her since she suddenly showed up last night. Ashlyn is sitting against the wall, I'm sitting in between her legs leaning against her body. While she slowly strokes my hair, that feels so comfortable. "Wanna have a smoke?" she suddenly speaks out. "Mhm." I hum agreeing to her plan. I stand up to get the cigarettes I bought this afternoon, and get Ash her lighter. I turn around expecting to still see Ashlyn sitting against the wall on the ground, but she's standing right in front of me when I turn around. She chuckles at my reaction, since I wasn't expecting her to suddenly stand in front of me. "Let's dance." she says with a smile. "I thought you wanted to smoke." I grin because of her cuteness. "Both." I hum at her plan.

Ashlyn lights one cigarette for the both of us. She leaves it in between her lips when she holds me and we start swaying together to the beat of the song. It's like I'm falling more in love with her each second. Looking deep into each others eyes. Those eyes, her eyes. She takes the cigarette from between her lips, still not breaking our eye contact. She guides the cigarette to my lips and lets me have a hit. I close my eyes, feeling the toxic air fill my lungs. I still feel her watching me with my eyes closed. As soon as I open my eyes, my eyes meet hers again. Those beautiful green eyes. She smiles at me as she whispers, "You look so fucking hot when you're smoking." I blush at her comment. She takes a hit of the cigarette in between her fingers, still not breaking our eye contact. "You don't look too bad yourself." I comment with a grin. "Is that so?" She raises her eyebrows. "Mhm." I hum. That's when her lips crash onto mine.

Our lips moving at the same rhythm, melting each other. She breaks our kiss to put the cigarette in between my lips as I breathe in. Right after she takes it away from me, she crashes her lips onto mine once again. But we get interrupted by my phone ringing. I pull away confused, not being used to someone calling me. I go to grab my phone and look at the person calling me. My dad... I start to panick, not knowing what to do. He probably finally noticed I've been gone for awhile now. Shit. "Tory, what's wrong?" Ash asks me concerned. I look at her, "It's my dad." I say in a whisper. "Shit" I hear her mumble. After taking a deep breath, I accept the call and bring the phone up to my ear. Ashlyn quickly gets by my side and holds my free hand, always comforting me. "Dad.." I say softly. "Where the fuck have you been?!" he shouts through the phone. I flinch from the loud voice in my ears. "A-at a friends, dad." "I don't fucking care. Get home." he says before hanging up. I look down at the ground, feeling scared. "What did he say?" she asks me with worry. "He just asked me where I was." I smile, lying. I just don't want her to worry. "Really?" she asks with hope evident in her voice. "Yeah, I think I have to go home now." I say smiling, trying to cover up the fact that I'm not going home because I want to. "What? Why would you?" she asks me concerned. "I left some stuff there." I lie to her. "Mhm okay?" she says unsure. "But I'm coming with you." "Ashlyn, no it's fine. I'll see you tomorrow at school okay?" I tell her, on the verge of tears. I grab my stuff and walk out of her bedroom, when I feel her presence following behind me. "He said something to you, didn't he?" she asks just loud enough for me to hear. "No ash. I'm fine, I just have to go home for some time. See you at school." I tell her, looking at her one more time before walking out of the front door. "Tory!" she shouts behind me, but I'm quick to leave the place before she stops me.

Walking outside in the dark, tears stream down my face. 'It's gonna be fine.' I tell myself. 'You'll see her again tomorrow.' I try to comfort myself. But the fact that I will have to face my father again scares me.

Opening the door quietly, hoping my father is sleeping. I saw his car, so I know he's home. I just hope I don't have to face him right now. I close the door behind me, and look through around me, not seeing my father anywhere. I immediately walk to the stairs, trying to get to my room as fast as I can.

Halfway up the stairs, I freeze. His voice calls out to me. "So you decided to come home." he says with a calm voice. But it's so calm that it scares me even more. I don't dare to turn around yet. I don't want to see his face. "Look at me!" he screams. I flinch from the loud voice coming from behind me. I turn around, to see him standing down the stairs looking up at me. Ofcourse there is a bottle in his hand. I don't dare to say anything.

He starts walking up the stairs, which makes me slowly take steps back up the stairs. But he's faster, he reaches before I have the time to get away. That's when he pushes me off the stairs. I fall the second he pushes me and continue to roll down the stairs. A scream erupting from my mouth by the shock and the pain in my body. Laying on the ground, not daring to look up. I let tears stream down my face. "Bitch." I hear him mumble before he walks down the stairs past me into the kitchen, probably to drink more. I stay there for a couple of seconds, before I decide it's probably a better idea to just go to my room.

Stumbling onto the stairs, clutching onto my stomach. For some reason my stomach was the part of my body which hurt the most. Stumbling into my room, I immediately close it and lay on my bed. Thoughts racing through my mind. He has never physically hurt me.. Tears still streaming down my face. Do I call Ashlyn? Do I go to her? Do I let her know what happened? Do I lie and say that everything is okay? Do I not say anything at all? All these questions running through my brain. I probably shouldn't say anything.. I should stay at home anyways, I don't want him to get mad again.

After an hour of thinking, crying and still clutching onto my stomach I stumble into my bathroom. I gasp, looking in the mirror. I look terrible. One of my cheeks is turning blue, I look so tired. My make up is all over my face from crying. I pull of my shirt and that's when an even bigger gasp comes out of my mouth. There is a big dark blue and purple bruise on the right side of my stomach. No wonder it's hurting so much. Shit.