Make Me Feel Alive

Ashley POV

I thrummed my fingers impatiently against the steering wheel, watching as all the employees of Starling Studios wandered out, chattering amongst themselves.
Where was she?
What was taking so long?
She'd just called, she was supposed to be right down, what was taking so long?
I fumbled my phone out of the cup holder, and started to call when her name flashed up.
Yeesh, did she have more paperwork?
They needed to pay her more.
I pressed answer, and pressed it against my ear.
"Morgan?"
"I need to go," her nervous voice said, sounding incredibly distant.
"Well, as your boss, I say otherwise," a voice replied smugly.
What the fuck?
I hesitated, then hastily piled out of my car and started for the building, pushing through the doors and rushing for the elevator.
What the hell?
"Don't touch me!" Morgan suddenly shrilled, and I felt panic spread through my chest.
Fucking hell!
I vetoed the elevator and ran for the stairs, pounding up them as I hurried.
Why was he touching her --- who was?
Who the fuck was touching my woman?!
"You bitch!"
I shoved open the stairwell door, and Morgan yelped, staggering to the side behind her desk as the man's hand connected with her face. He grabbed her and whirled, smashing her into the wall and causing things off her desk to go flying.
I saw red.
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"
The man turned in surprise as my fist connected with his face, sending him spiraling back over the desk. I turned, sliding him across it and over it, busting my knuckles on his jaw as I sent him flying across the room.
I turned to look at Morgan, seeing she'd slid to the ground, blood running out of her nose. She had her knees curled to her chest, and she was fumbling for her glasses, but they were broken in half, the glass cracked.
"Morgan, baby?" I knelt in front of her, and her frightened eyes shot to mine. She squinted, and then threw her arms around my neck with a sob as she recognized me.
"Ashley," she wept, and I curled her into my arms, glancing around for her purse. I grabbed it off the floor and shoved it into her arms as I helped her to her wobbly feet.
"Can you get to the elevator?" I asked, and she nodded. I helped her in that direction, then turned back to the guy who'd touched her, clenching my fist. I waited until the doors closed before I grabbed the wormy guy, lifting him up by his jacket.
" I will fucking break your face," I snarled, and the guy blanched.
"It was a misunderstanding," the man squeaked, his jaw swelling. "Really!"
"I doubt that, asshole!" I hissed, and punched him so hard he smashed against the wall, sliding down the wall.
He was out.
I flexed my hand, then started for the elevator, finding Morgan in the lobby crying on the security guard and one of the remaining secretaries.
I hurried over to her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck automatically, her tears hot against my skin.
"What happened?" the secretary asked me, her eyes wide. "She's not making sense!"
"That guy upstairs attacked her," I muttered, stroking her hair soothingly. "He's knocked out on the third floor."
The security guard took off immediately.
"Come on, baby, let's sit down," I told her, quickly guiding her to a chair. I sat her down, then hesitated, seeing the blood drying on her lips where he'd busted her nose; I was pretty sure it was on my shirt too.
I grabbed a tissue off the desk and quickly cleaned her face, the blood coming off after a moment.
The other secretary was already on the phone with the police, and I sighed, curling Morgan against my chest.
"I got you, sweetheart," I murmured, staying on my knees beside her.
"He --- he ---." she started, but I shushed her, shaking my head.
"You're safe now, don't worry, " I told her, stroking her hair. "He can't hurt you."
She blinked at me me a couple times, her big green eyes damp and her makeup running down her face.
"It's gonna be okay," I said softly, making her look at me. "I'll make sure of it."


I carried Morgan into my apartment, it a lot closer then hers.
I helped her out of her heels, her toes painted that pretty blue I liked. I glanced over at her blue dress, the way It didn't quite reach her knees.
She'd dressed up for our rendezvous.
And that bastard had messed it up.
I hesitated, and straightened, my thumbs brushing at her tear stained face, black mascara staining it.
"It's okay," I whispered, her her eyes flicking to mine.
The police had arrested him and took him to jail, they had everything they needed on the cameras.
I'd also overheard one of of the cops talking about how there had been one other case like like this against him but the woman had dropped charges.
Like he'll that was going to happen this time.
I should be punched him harder.
"Ashley?"
"Hmm?" I turned my attention back to her, blinking a few times.
"I --- I need to go home, Toby ---."
"Will be fine without you for one night," I told her, and lifted her up into my arms. She clutched at me in surprise as I carried her bridal style to my bed, gently setting her down.
I turned, scrounging through my drawers until I found a large t shirt.
"Turn," I ordered, and she did obediently, letting me unzip her dress.
I wish I could have done this under different circumstances.
The dress dropped, pooling at her feet, and I quickly pulled my Black Veil Brides shirt over her head, it long enough to fall to her thighs.
Morgan sniffed a minute, rubbing the makeup around her eyes before crawling into my bed and curling up around a pillow, burying her face in it.
I hesitated, unsure if she wanted me to stay or go.
"I'll be right outside if you need me, okay?" I murmured, and her hand immediately curled around my wrist.
"Don't just--- just stay here," her eyes flicked to mine. "Please?"
"Okay," I said quickly, prying loose of her. I quickly tugged my blood - stained shirt off, then my boots, before crawling into bed with her, curling her tan body around mine.
I inhaled, smelling the perfume I was starting to think she only wore for me, and her long legs twined with mine as she pressed her face against my chest, silently crying.
"He can't touch you ever again," I murnured, stroking her back. "I promise. I'll take care of this, okay?"
"I've never been so afraid in my life," she whispered. "I couldn't, he wouldn't get away from me and I, I ---."
"You did good," I murmured, caressing her face gently.
She'd stapled his shirt to his chest several times, which had to hurt like a bitch. And then I'd broken his nose and blackened both eyes for him before it was over with; he deserved worse then that, and I would make sure he got it.
I sighed, and pressed my lips against her forehead,
She cried herself to sleep, and I stayed with her, feeling her shudder every now and again.
You'd think with a case against him already something would have been done so he wouldn't get the opportunity to do it again, but no.
I couldn't imagine why why the former girl had dropped the case, whoever she was.
Morgan had mentioned that they went through a lot of stafg, and that probably explained why.
Jesus, Andys girlfriend practically lived in that studio half the time, what if it had happened to her?
Andy would've had a melt down.
Jesus.
That fucker wasn't getting out of it this time.

Notes

Ashley to the rescue!
Thank goodness!

I only update once a week, but I'm trying to keep this story going!

Thanks for hanging around so long!