When Love Met Destruction

"And one more step! There. Do you need anything?" Andy breathed. I felt bad that he had basically carried my entire weight down the stairs, through the long corridor, and into the living room since my legs still felt like jelly.

For nearly a week straight he catered to my every need and dealt with my lack of responses or emotion, at all. I was comfortable around him, for the most part. The guys too. But, I just couldn't bring myself to look Ashley in the eyes or even stand to be in the same room as him. I was scared and there was a newly formed voice in my head that made the fear even worse. It told me that all the looks Ash sent my way were filled with lust and want and that, secretly, Ashley wanted to get intimate with me again, that he would hurt me like Chris and Ricky did.

"Scarlett!"

I blinked rapidly and stared down at Andy who was knelt in front of me. His eyebrows were furrowed with worry, his mouth set into a pout.

"I-I'm sorry.. What did you say?" I looked down at my lap to avoid his burning gaze, but looked up when I heard the too familiar sound of cowboy boots thumping against the carpet. I had grown to be able to distinguish Ashley's cowboy boots from regular combat boots that the rest usually wear.

A chill ran down my spine and I looked up to brown eyes locked on me. I froze and cowered away when a hand I knew didn't belong to Andy touched my thigh. It was Ashley. I shot to the other sighed of the couch, feeling something inside me surface - something that wasn't normal; wasn't me.

I hissed, "Get the fuck away from me!" My eyes looked crazy and were bloodshot with tears and exhaustion. Sweat dripped down my chin, falling onto my chest that was rising and falling rapidly.

"Scarlett.." Andy began, inching towards me cautiously. Ashley was on his tail, a look of indifference on his face that sent me into a panic. "What's wrong?"

"S-stay...Stay away!" Andy locked himself in place next to Ashley and watched me carefully. Suddenly, a voice entered my head. This voice talked like me but this voice was not me. Every word this disembodied voice spoke was filled with venom and hatred. And the louder it got, the more demanding it got, the more I grew to believe it - to listen to it.

He doesn't love you. He only wants to hurt you. Don't you get it? He was never on your side, and he never will be! You're out numbered - stuck in a house full of blood-hungry vampires that only want to fuck you. And you know what? That's all you're good for. That's what you were bought for. To fuck. How does that feel? You were sold by your own parents as a sex slave. They don't love you, no one does. No one loves you - you're worthless!

I screamed out of anger as my fingers grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled until the strands were no longer attached to my head, but wrapped around my fingers in clumps. The stinging sensation I felt on my scalp when almost completely unnoticed as I pounded my fists onto the couch. I was losing it. The voice that randomly appeared was booming in my head - telling me that I was worthless and disgusting; and I believed it.

Tan arms wrapped around torso, holding my arms down by my sides. Ashley somehow maneuvered me onto his lap which simply made my panic level rise.

"Shh.." Ash whispered.

I scratched him viciously, my semi-long fingernails digging into the flesh on his forearms. He hissed in pain and threw me off his lap. I landed with a hard thud to the floor and whimpered as my hip connected with the edge of the coffee table.

"Fuck." Ashley cursed, standing up and inspecting his arms. There 3 long slices along both forearms and I was shocked at what I did. He looked angry as he started towards me, following me as I crawled backwards.

"G-get away from me!" I yelled when he stopped a few feet in front of me. I grabbed the first thing I saw, which happened to be a vase, and threw it at Ashley. It connected with his chest but that didn't seem to phase him as he inched closer. I kicked and screamed as he got closer and threw everything I could get my hands on, shattering multiple picture frames and empty alcohol bottles.

Ashley threw his body over mine - his arms pinned mine above my head, his lower weight keeping me from kicking him off - and stared at me as I writhed beneath him.

"Get off me.. P-please." I cried, feeling panic rise in my chest. Ashley leaned down, so close to my face that I could feel his breathe on my lips, and I could have sworn I heard him whisper, it'll all be over soon. He lowered his body until it was flush against mine, and I wasn't sure if it was to hold me down better or to create some needed friction for himself. We were alone in the living room, I finally realized, and the disembodied voice in my head yelled that it was my second guess. Unfortunately, the second Ashley's hands gripped my thighs, I allowed that voice to control my every movement.

"Help! Andy, help me! Please don't hurt me!" Ashley looked frantic and scared, his mouth was moving but I couldn't hear the words coming out of it over the evil voice inside my head. His worried expression morphed into an aggressive one. His eyes that were once filled with fear were now filled with lust. This Ashley, the new Ashley, smirked down at me evilly. I shut my eyes and screamed to the point where my throat burned, but that didn't stop me.

"Scar.."

"Scarlett.."

"Scarlett."

"Scarlett!"

I snapped my eyes open and looked around the room, at all the worried faces that surrounded the couch Andy and I were on. He had me cradled in his arms, rocking me and quietly hushing me as I sobbed into his chest.

"He was going to hurt me.." I cried.

"Who baby?"

I swallowed thickly and looked up from Andy's now tear-soaked chest. "A-ashley..."

Everyone glanced around the room at each other then at Ashley, who looked a hundred times more confused than the others.

"What do you mean, Scarlett?" Andy asked.

"H-he.. H-he was in between my legs and he.. he was gripping my thighs and he s-said 'it'll be a-all over soon..." Ashley stood up and started towards us. "No! No, get him away from me!" I sobbed, grabbing onto Andy for dear life.

He held his hand up, halting Ashley's movements. "Scarlett.." Andy started, waiting till my eyes were on his. "That never happened. You pulled chunks of your hair out and your hands were all bloody so I told Ashley to hold you done so you wouldn't hurt yourself while I got a wash cloth for your hands. When I came back you were kicking and screaming and clawing at him like a madman while the guys tried to hold you down." I looked up at Andy cautiously as the voice resurfaced in my head.

"You're lying... You-you have to be!" I glanced around the room frantically, and all I saw was a bunch of people that didn't believe me; a bunch of people that only wanted to hurt me. "I know what happened! He was going to rape me Andy!"

"No he wasn't Scarlett. He wasn't going to touch you." He's a liar! The voice seethed.

"No!" I yelled, hopping off Andy's lap despite the pain in my lower regions, "You're a liar! You all are! You're only out to get me. I'm nothing to you, nothing but a sex slave!" Andy reached out to grab my hand but I pulled it out of his reach. "Don't touch me." I seethed before running out of the living room, not stopping until I reached Andy's bedroom. My legs gave out from the pain and I collapsed on the bed, sobbing. I pulled the covers over my head and cried as my prayers for sleep were interrupted by the menacing voice in my head, telling me it's not over.

It's only just begun.

Notes

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