I'm in love with an Outlaw

~Ashley’s POV~

I was hurriedly putting on my war paint, we had a concert tonight. Andy wanted to announce to the fans that we were dating, and I wasn’t sure about it, but I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I agreed. I felt particularly nervous though, and I had this weird feeling in my gut. Like something bad was going to happen.
It was probably me just being paranoid though, I finished my war paint and made my way out of the small bathroom of the bus and into the living area as I waited for Jinxx to finish his own. After that, we could all head down to the venue.
Jinxx finished and we took off, leaving the bus door locked behind us as we headed towards the back door of the venue, avoiding the crazy fans. Some of them were sort of scary, but I’m not complaining, they like us, so that’s all that matters.
We gathered inside the back room of the venue, tuning our instruments again, and Andy warming up his voice. We were however shoved out of the room and told to get on stage, so that is what we did.
We all ran out, the bright lights momentarily blinding us as Andy began to welcome the crowd. After he had grinned and them and what not he announced the first song, The Legacy and moments later we all burst into the song.
The concert was nearing an end, we had played a lot of love songs throughout it, warming up for our finale. Andy shouted into the mic, telling the crowd to be silent.
“I have something to announce! I have found someone that I love and cherish. You all know them! And I know that a lot of you out there really like this...what you call a ship.” He glanced back at me, motioning for me to come forwards.
I walked up beside him and kissed his cheek quickly; a lot of the fans seemed to catch on and started screaming. Some shouted hate, but I didn’t really care, I have Andy and that’s all that I need.
“Yes! This is my boyfriend! Ashley, fuckin’ Purdy! I love him and if you can’t accept that you can fuck off!” he yelled into the mic before kissing me. I melted into his touch, kissing him back before we turned back to the crowd, bidding them goodnight and running off stage.
“That went better than I expected~” Andy said quietly, to himself.
I smiled a little and nodded slightly. “It did.”
Andy grinned at me before taking a cancer stick out of his leather jacket and lighting it up, taking a long drag from it. I grimaced and stood up from my chair.
“I’m gonna go to the shop and get some bubble mint~ be back later. I’ll catch you guys at the bus.”
They all mumbled a quick goodbye before I left, exiting the room and venue. It was pitch black outside, the street lit by a few streetlamps here and there. My boots made a lot of noise as I trudged down the street to the shop that I knew would have my desired object. I heard the sound of someone following me so I glanced back, wondering if it was a fan. There was no one there, I was probably just hearing things.
I continued to walk, and just as I was passing an alley way I was grabbed by the wrist and dragged to the side, into the pitch black. They had managed to momentarily gag me so I couldn’t talk. They had a very tight grip on my wrists and I felt something being wrapped around them.
I was going to be kidnapped! I started panicking, trying to pull away from them.
“Oh no you don’t, pretty boy.” The man sneered, yanking on my hair, causing me to whimper.
There was no one else in the street around here, all around here was empty, hardly any houses either and they were most likely abandoned. I could feel myself shaking as I tried to stay calm.
I heard the sound of a zip being pulled down and a belt being undone, then something fall down to the ground. Suddenly I was shoved to my knees; the man had a tight grip on my hair.
“Make a sound and I’ll fucking kill you, kay?”
I nodded quickly and he took the gag out of my mouth, but it was replaced with something different. I gagged realising it was his dick. He started to fuck my face when I didn’t do anything, just thrusting his hips back and forth making me gag every time. I felt like I was going to throw up.
My hands were shaking badly and I also felt like crying. He was raping me and I couldn’t do anything about it, there was no one around here to help me. I could hear his grunts above me and slight moans as he continued to fuck my face. Tears had started to roll down my cheeks by now, surely smudging my make up further than it already had been from the concert.
He pulled out of my mouth and I spat on the ground beside me, shuddering. He picked me up and sat me on top of a rather large bin, unzipping my own pants and pulled them down to my ankles along with my boxers. He thrust into me without any preparation at all and continued to do this as I let out screams, from the pain, obviously.
He finished a while later and pulled out of me, pulling his pants back up and doing up the belt and zip. I could feel something dripping down my legs, I’m pretty sure that it was blood. He untied my wrists quickly before turning and leaving. I was still crying as he walked away, not saying anything else to me as I lay there.
I couldn’t move, it hurt too much, I was in hysterics now. I felt disgusting; I could still feel his touch all over me. I don’t think I would ever get over this; it would surely haunt me forever. I don’t want anyone else to touch me either. What if they tried to rape me too...Andy’s going to hate me.
After an hour or two of lying there I managed to pull my pants and boxers up and get off of the bin, nearly falling to my knees. I managed to stay standing and I slowly began to make my way back to the bus. I can’t tell the guys about this, what will they think of me!? They’ll hate me! They won’t want to be around me anymore.
The bus came into view and I picked up my pace, reaching the door and pushing it open. Everyone was in bed, thank god for that. I entered and shut the door behind me, making my way to the bathroom. The bus was very dark so I had to be careful so I didn’t trip over anything. I reached the bathroom and flicked the switch on and shut the door behind me, locking it.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked disgusting, my eyes were puffy and my war paint was completely smeared. I pulled my clothes off, looking down at my legs. They were covered in blood and there was a little bit of white stuff, but I knew what both of them were.
I got into the shower, turning it on to a boiling hot temperature and picked up a sponge, furiously scrubbing at my body, trying to make the feeling go away. After a while I washed my hair, my skin was red raw and the war paint was all gone, my ass hurt, a lot, as well as my lower back. I got out and brushed my teeth after using a lot of mouth wash.
I exited the bathroom, turning the light off and climbing into my own bunk. Andy would ask where I was in the morning; I would just tell him that I decided to go to the bar. It’s a believable excuse for me. I just hope that he never finds out about what happened tonight.

Notes

I'm sorry, I haven't posted any of this on here in ages /.\