An Alan Ashby Fanfiction

“Did you think that I wouldn’t find out?” Jared sneered.
“F-find out about what?” I asked innocently, as I flattened myself against the closed door with my right arm behind my back as I was secretly holding the door handle, waiting for the best moment for me to run.
“Don’t lie to me!” he said loudly, “DON’T LIE TO ME!” he then shouted at me.
“You told Phil. You told Phil everything! I saw him redressing your ribs last week, you bitch!... But at least I can’t say I didn’t warn you about what would happen if you told anyone.” Jared stood up, this was my moment.
I flung the door open, shutting it behind me as I ran towards the front of the bus. But it appears that I wasn’t fast enough as Jared pulled me back by my hair, and held a knife at my throat.
“Now, you whore, you are going to take the pen on that table,” He jerked my head to the right where I could see a pen and paper on the table, “and you’re going to write your suicide not, explaining that you only killed yourself because Of Mice And Men treated you so horribly.” Jared laughed into my ear as he threw me towards the table. He held the knife at the side of my waist, digging it into my skin. With tears streaming down my face, I began to write:
“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. I just couldn’t handle it anymore; being ignored, being treated so horribly by a bunch of people who I considered close friends of mine. I have realized that it is better this way, I won’t be a burden to you anymore. I’m sorry it had to end this way.
I will always love you.
Victoria xxx “Finished.” I whispered as Jared tore the paper from my hands as he read it.
“It’ll do.” Jared said as he hit me hard on my face, making my world turn black.
Maybe it was just a bad dream? I hoped as I started to wake up, but no. It was reality. I was on my bed, with my wrists tied at the head of the bed but my legs were free. I just thanked God that I was still in my clothes.
“Finally you’re awake. Now I overheard your little phone call with one of the boys and they said that they would be home at 6:30am.” Jared gestured to the alarm clock on my bedside table which showed that it was 4:30am. “Looks like I get to have two hours worth of fun before making you swallow all the paracetamol on the bus which is around 300 pills if you were wondering.”
I started panicking before I realized; all the clocks in the bus are one hour slow. Meaning that it was really 5am and Jared only had about an hour and a half before the boys came back. Meaning that they would catch Jared in the act. I struggled against my restraints as Jared came closer to me. He leaned in close to my face, his breath smelt like whiskey and cigarettes, so I knew he was drunk. He made eye contact as he placed his hand on my calf and slowly worked its way up to my thigh. He played with the end of my singlet dress before he reached onto the floor and brought back up a pair of scissors. He snipped the front of my dress, smiling evilly as he did so. He separated the flaps of my dress and he ogled my body. His fingers traced the scar I had over my ribs, the scar that I had gotten from the surgery and he laughed.
“Ugh.” I grunted with disgusted, he broke eye contact with my scar and slapped me hard across the face. He then allowed himself to play with my breasts for fifteen minutes before his hand disappeared down my underwear. As his hand began to move, down there, I squirmed.
“Oh if only you were enjoying this as much as I am.” He breathed. Then I realized, this was my chance.
“Maybe I am?” I whispered, peering up into his eyes.
“Don’t lie to me.” He replied withdrawing his hand from my panties. I watched him pace back and forth for a few minutes. Good, the longer the better.
I went over my very rough plan; keep him occupied so he doesn’t rape me.
I whimpered, breaking his concentration from the pacing.
“What?” he asked.
“I need your touch again.” I panted in my most seductive voice. Jared walked over to me and slapped me harder than before.
“You’ve been repulsed by me since you first started at Rise Records and then when I tell you I am going to play with you against your will you suddenly need me? Even I know that that doesn’t make sense!” He shouted at me, I pouted sexily;
“Or maybe I like it rough and I waited for you to come and take me forcefully.” I raised my eyebrow at him and winked, signalling for him to come over.
“Oh, now that does make sense.” He murmured to himself. He brought himself over to me; “Rough, huh?” He asked as he slapped me.
“uuhh.” I moaned. He slapped me again, ow ow ow fucking OW! I moaned again. He placed his lips on mine and kissed me roughly. I felt like vomiting. I made myself imagine it was Alan and the kiss became slightly more bearable. Jared’s hand slipped under my bra and started fondling my breasts as he worked his way up to the peaks. I forced a moan as I arched my back. I turned my head to look at the clock; 5:30am, meaning it was 6:30am. The boys will be home in one hour, I just needed to keep Jared occupied until- shit.
Jared had removed himself from my body completely, he seemed quite frustrated as he tried unbuckling his belt, but failed.
“Open it with your teeth.” Jared ordered, he came closer to me but I lifted my legs up and kicked him away from me. He stumbled but didn’t fall.
“You lying BITCH!!”Jared paced quickly towards me and he slapped really fucking hard as he screamed at me.
“DON’T TRICK ME! YOU FUCKING WHORE!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!!’
Finally, sweet relief. Said a voice inside my head. What? Did I really want to die? I decided to schedule my therapy lesson for later as I frantically pulled myself up into a sitting position, using my legs and my restraints to pull myself up.
Jared came at me again, once again I kicked him away. This happened two more times until Jared grabbed the knife, threatening to cut me if I kicked him again. I sat silently watching pace slowly at the foot of my head. Jared came closer to me and dragged the tip of the knife across my body; started at my calf ending at my neck, he did it over and over again. I shuddered at the cool steel running across my warm body, he brought it up to my neck again and stopped, he dug the knife into my neck as ran the blade over my neck, not hard enough to kill me, but hard enough so that blood ran down from my neck, soaking the sheets.
Jared grinned as he looked over at the clock which now read 5:50am.
“Another hour and forty minutes.” Jared sneered as he crawled onto the bed and wedged himself between my legs as he leaned in to kiss me again.

Notes

Sorry for the late update guys! My internet was screwing up last night cause of a storm!