"Angel... this is your home now."

"What? No."

"Baby, I need to keep you safe. And the only way to do that is if I keep you here."

That sick brother fluffer thought that he could keep me here? Well, he had another thing coming.

I launched myself at him, successfully raking my fingernails down his face, leaving behind three bleeding scratched. He cursed and cupped his face; I took the opportunity to run out of the bedroom.

I found myself standing in a hall way, looking at at least a dozen doors. Of course, Andy's loaded. It figures that he'd live in a freaking mansion. I ran down the hall to the stars, then slid down the banister... partly to save time, and partly because it's fun, okay? Don't judge me.

I arrived at the first floor with absolutely no idea where to go from there. This place was like a maze, and I was completely lost. I decided to just run in a random direction and try every door until I found one that lead outside.

Finally, the sixth door I tried was the right one. Freedom! I started to run out the door...

... and a pair of strong arms wrapped around my hips, pulling me back inside.

"Let me go!" I screamed, clinging to the door frame. "Help!"

"Shhh. Hush." The voice wasn't Andy's but was vaugely familiar. The person pulled me inside, slamming the door shut.

"Let go of me." I hissed. I tried to kick him, but he simply wrapped his arms tighter around me, locking me against his shirtless body. WHY IS NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE WEARING A SHIRT?!

"Hey, it's okay. Please just calm down." I looked up and saw Ashley Purdy looking at me with a concerned expression. "Here, let's go sit on the couch, okay?"

He swept one hand under my legs, keeping the other wrapped around my torso so that he could carry me bridal style. He took me over and set me down on the couch. I stared at him, struggling to breathe.

"Hey, hey." Ashley cupped my face in his hands, turning it to look at him. "It's okay. Breathe. I promise no one's gonna hurt you." He pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms around me in a hug.

"I wanna go home." I whispered, gasping for air.

"I know you do, babe. But Andy won't let you. He really does care about you, you know." Ashley squeezed me tighter. "I promise that you'll be happy here, if you give us a chance."

I blinked, tears running down my face. Ashley gently brushed his thumbs under my eyes, gathering the tears. "Hush." He whispered.

I looked up at him, more tears gathering in my eyes. "But... my sister and my roommate... I don't wanna leave them." I buried my face in Ashley's chest, sobbing. Ashley rubbed my beck, whispering comforting words in my ear. I cried, smearing eyeliner and mascara all over his bare chest. Oops.

Ashley's hands eventually wandered from my back down to my legs (not in a sexual way, guys) where they stopped. I froze, then looked up. Ashley was staring down at my thighs with a pale, shocked expression on his face.

It was then that I realized I was still only wearing a bra and panties. Damn.

"A-angel..." Ashley's fingers carefully traced one of the deeper scars on my thigh. "Wh-why?"

I shook my head. "You wouldn't understand."

"There are so many..." He whispered, running his hand gently over the scars.

"I had a lot of reasons." I said softly.

He hugged me tight, burying his face in my hair. "Just promise me that you'll never do it again."

"I-"

Just then, Andy walked into the room, looking extremely pissed. He glared at me and Ashley, and I quickly jumped up, looking at him with wide eyes. Was he mad at me? Was he going to hit me?

I was shocked as he ran over and enveloped me in a hug.

"Thank God you didn't leave." He whispered into my hair. He placed a kiss on my forehead, then looked down at me. "Are you okay?"

"No." I crossed my arms defiantly.

"What's wrong, love?" Andy gently brushed my hair out of my face.

"I. Want. Clothes." I said angrily. Ashley and Andy both dissolved into laughter.

Notes

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