The Letter

“Alright Ashley, it’s time.” My aunt said knocking on the door. I opened it and she smiled. She locked our arms together and walked us down the spiral staircase. We were greeted by applause, I smiled and waved at everyone. “Everyone, this is my beautiful niece Ashley who’s staying with me now.” She cooed, her head high.
She was so proud of herself. I walked around, waiting on Ricky and Oli, but they weren’t here. I opened the door to the bedroom they were in, there they were, just waiting. I smiled and told them that they could come out now. I guess my aunt forgot to tell them, oh well. I walked back downstairs in between them. They were looked at oddly, but then no one cared.
I ditched them and walked around, talking to everyone.
“Well what a beauty we have here.” A man, maybe a little older than me, said, kissing my hand.
I blushed, “Well thank you.”
“I am Alex,” He raised his head high.
“Ashley,” I replied sweetly, and then walked off.
Everyone told me how beautiful I looked, and how much I looked like my aunt or my mother. It made me sad, hearing about my mom so much. I ended up sitting with a young man, who was 19. His dad created the Sims games. I thought it was really cool, he on the other hand, did not. We talked for hours, throughout dinner, after dinner, during dessert, after that, and until it was late in the night.
“Well Ashley, it was a pleasure talking to such a beautiful lady, but my father is calling me to leave.” He smiled.
“It was extremely wonderful meeting you Mark. Keep in touch.” I replied hugging him.
He left the house, the last one to leave. The maids were cleaning and I believe my aunt was up in her room. I walked back into my room. Oli wasn’t in there, but Ricky was. “
Hello love.” I smiled hugging him. I kicked off my heals and took of the jewelry.
“Who was that?” He hissed at me.
“His name is Mark, his dad created Sims. We were just talking,” I said nervously. I was about to take off my dress when he grabbed my arm.
“You call that talking?! Please!” He growled, his voice smelt of whisky.
“Ricky please, we were just talking, calm down.”
He stared at me, his calm blue eyes, now filled with anger. He grabbed my neck, right under my chin and held me up like before. My body became stiff.
“Oli…” I called out with my last breath. No one came.
Ricky put my down, not moving his gaze from mine.
“You whore,” he spat out, slamming a fist into my stomach, still sore from before. My breath hitched, pain shooting through me. Breathe Ashley breathe I thought to myself. I was finally able to catch my breath, but just as I did he hit me again, then again, and again. I was on the floor, small amounts of blood coming out of my mouth. I laid on my side with my knees to my chest, already hoping for a miracle.
He went on the balcony and lit a cigarette. I laid there, waiting for someone to come. An hour or so later Oli came rushing in with coffee and tea. Right as he lay his eyes on me, he threw the cups on the ground and hurried over to me.
“Ashley! Ashley!” He shouted out.
“Oli shh..." my voice was faint, "you’ll wake my aunt. Please, calm down. It’s fine.”
“Ashley, no. Itt’s not.”
I repeated that I was fine, and told him I just needed help up. He sighed and helped me into my bed. I pointed to the closet. He looked in there and pulled out a box. He sat next to me on the bed and wrapped his arm around my neck. He opened the box for me and pulled out pictures. Pictures of my mom, my dad, before he was a drunk, and me when I was little. He smiled at them as did I.
Ricky walked back in, he had tears in his eyes.
Oli glared at Ricky as he entered, “Sober up aye dumbass? You don’t get to see her until you’re at least 3 months sober.”
I watched as Ricky grew angry again,
“Listen you shit, she needs me just as much as I need her.”
“Ricky, dude, you left her to bleed out, you left her about to die man. Come on!”
Ricky sighed, “I’m sorry Ashley, I swear to god it won’t happen again, I’ll get sober for you. I promise.”
I smiled, “That’s all I ask for Ricky. Please, just don’t hurt me anymore.”

Notes

Short chapter sorry /.\