The Letter

~Ashley’s POV~

“She looks 16, maybe 17. I think that’s illegal bro.” I faintly heard Chris say to Ricky. I sat down on the couch, as soon as I did the door slammed open.
“How old are you bitch?!” Ricky screamed at me. I didn’t answer. He wrapped his hand around my neck and picked me up. I was at least 6 inches off the ground, “How old are you dammit?! Answer me!” He shouted again, tightening his grip. I tried to answer, but I couldn’t. His hand was too tight around my neck.
He threw me onto the couch violently, demanding an answer. “I’m 16!” I shouted, tears falling from my eyes. He cringed at the sound of my words. This was not the Ricky I knew, absolutely not. This was drunk Ricky. He balled up his fist and hit me in the center of my stomach. I could barely move my diaphragm enough to breathe, but I was finaly able to catch my breath. He threw me on the floor, kicking me, punching me, he even threw a chair at me. “Ricky stop please!” I cried out, begging for him to stop.
“Dude fucking, what the fuck are you doing?!” Oli shouted running in, well, stumbling in, he was drunk too. "Fuckin' hell, Ricky!" Oli pulled him off and threw him out of the bus.
I was crying, fucking hysterical. My stomach felt like it was spilling inside of my body. Oli picked me up bridal style and ran to the street, trying to call a cab. When one finally stopped there he told it where to go. My body was in so much pain, I could hardly breathe, my insides hurt, everything was hell. We got to the hospital and we were rushed into the ER.
“What happened ma’am? Can you hear me?” The nurse said.
“I-I was jumped.” I replied, hardly being able to talk. I watched Oli shake his head in disgust. What was I going to do?

~Oli’s POV~ I sat in the waiting room, fiddling with my fingers, trying to keep calm. I can’t fucking believe that wanker or the fact that she isn't telling anyone the truth! Thinking like that made me even angrier. My phone was repeatedly going off. I was not going to talk to anyone right now! No one had to know shit! All that mattered at this moment was Ashley. I waited, and waited, and waited for the doctors to come in and tell me I could see her. Finally, one came in and told me I could go back to where she was. I rushed into the room. She was all bandaged up, but she could leave. She was unhooked from the machines and wheeled out to the cab. We were driven back to the busses. I took her to ours first and then went to grab her things from the Motionless bus. Ricky looked like hell. He was in tears. He had probably realized how much he fucked up. Dumbass. I pulled his hands from under his head causing him to jerk up. His eyes were red and swollen.
“Don’t you dare touch her again,” I hissed, punching him square in the jaw. I grabbed Ashley's things and walked back to our bus.
She was now sitting on the couch, waiting for me to get back. I sat her stuff down before sitting next to her. I wiped the remaining tears from her cheek and cuddled up next to her. I felt so bad for her.
“You’re coming home with me right?” She asked quietly. “I am. No one else is though sweetheart,” I said kissing her forehead. At that moment, all I wanted to do was watch over her.
“I love you Oli.”
“I love you too Ashley.”

Notes

Very short chapter I know, but let me know your opinions please c: