One Shot and/or Short Stories

*So this is going to be a short story about Ashley and a 19 yr old girl named Averlin Lovelace. Ashley has a few "issues" that you will have I read to find out. It was requested by the amazing DeviantDevil! I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter! Oh and here is what Averlin looks like.* *Warning Graphic Content!*


Averlin's POV
I was curled up in a ball crying on the floor. I could hear the screams of Ashley outside the locked bathroom door. He was screaming "God damn bitch, unlock this fucking door now!"
I kept hoping he would snap out of it soon, but he kept going and going. He was actually threatening to kick the door down. After a little bit, he stopped and I heard him hit the ground. So I walked over and unlocked the door. There he was passed out on the floor. I leaned down and kissed him, and said "God Ashley I love you! Please wake up my Outlaw!"
After a few minutes of me being snuggled up on his chest, he woke up.
I looked up at him, and said "What the hell happened, why am I on the flo.."
He stopped mid sentence when he saw the bruise on my face. He asked "D-D-Did I do that?"
I nodded and said "You blacked out again."
He started crying and he said "God fucking dammit, why are you still with me? I hurt you, because I blank out in fits of rage. What makes you stay with me Darling?"
I smiled and said "Because I love you, and I need you. If I didn't have you my soul and heart wouldn't be complete."
I was crying by the time I finished. So he pulled me up close to him, and said "Averlin, I love you too! I just get worried that I might not be able to control it and hurt you badly. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I did that."
I sighed and grabbed onto his shirt and said "Outlaw, you know that no matter what I will always be with you. Even though I have a huge bruise on my face that hurts like hell, I still don't want to leave you. I want to help you with this disorder."
He smiled down at me, and said "Let's get some ice on your face, and let's lay some place a little more comfortable."
I nodded and he got up then picked me up bridal style to carry be downstairs. I felt safe even in the dangerous mans arms.

*Time Lapse. Two months*

He has blacked out a few times, but he has gotten to where he doesn't hit me. He just threatens to. I would say it has been a week since he a had a full out black out. During the week he has had a few times when he was just about to black out but he controlled it. The medicine the therapist gave him helped a lot! I thought it was getting a lot better until today.
He had been out doing something, and when he came back home he was already mad. So as soon as he walked around the house, he was bitching about how the house was dirty and all of that stuff.
He walked up the stairs and I walked over to him. I leaned up and kissed him and said "Hey Outlaw, I missed you!"
He growled and said "You missed me? I was gone for like an hour. You needy bitch"
I kept my anger inside, I and tried to act sweet. I said "Because I love you Sweetie, and being away from you is hard."
He yelled "God dammit, I sometimes can't stand your ass!"
I saw his eyes flash, he had blanked out.
I was just about to run, when he grabbed me and pulled me back. I hit the ground, and he kicked me a lot. I heard some of my ribs crack at how hard he hit me. I was crying in pain.
I even coughed up some blood, I thought he would stop, but he didn't. He punched me a few times. In the face twice, in the ribs, and then in the stomach. I basically couldn't move anymore. When he stopped using me as his punching bag, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled to the top of the stairs. He rolled his foot back and forth on me and said "1....2....3!"
On three he kicked me down the stairs. I blacked out, to total and utter darkness.....

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