"Ashley can you help me?" Her fiancé called from across the new house. The slender athletic bodied girl came down the stairs into the room, trying to look peppy. Moving in was a mess, trying to compromise between her soon to be husband's love of sports and her love of art was rough.
"Matt! You're going to hurt yourself!" She had only caught the image out of the corner of her eye but there it was. Her four year old little brother was standing on the table, wearing a Hardy Boyz t-shirt holding one hand up in a Jeff Hardy symbol the other in a Matt Hardy symbol. "I'll help you Swan Ton Trevor in the backyard later ok? But for now please, stay off the furniture. Go play the video game dad bought you." Ashley helped him off the table and sent him upstairs. "Trevor?"
"Get to me faster next time." The handsome buffed up guy squeezed the counter until his knuckles turned white. "Come when I call you." Ash backed away until the ankles of her baggy jeans hit the wall. "Now, in the cabinet under the sink is the Comet powder. Please get it and clean off the marker your cretin of a brother already manages to get on the table. And do it before I go in to see that its done."
Ashley ran off to clean the table her brother had been standing on. The marker came up easily, no real problem. She rinsed it with a wet rag and dried with a paper towel. "Here baby." Ashley reached out to hand Trevor the Comet. "Can you put that back please?"
"You have hands. It's easy, open the cabinet and set ti down. Just as easy as it sounds. No wrong way." Trevor backed away from her. "I'll be upstairs, come up there when you're done."
"Um, Matthew wanted to play outside with you."
"Well, I don't want to play." He wrapped his fingers around her wrist. "Not with him." He stepped forward pushing her back into the wall. "You know that rules, you don't talk back and you do as you're told. You broke both." He pressed against her, his erection against her abdomen. "You know your punishment." Ashley's legs shook a tear fell onto her dirty t-shirt. "Meet me upstairs." She watched his little hard-on waddle carry him up the stairs.
The young woman cried while her fiancé beat and raped her. She tried to hold herself together, but failed. Ashley gathered her clothes and attempted to leave the room. "Tell no one."
Ashley went downstairs and played with Matt, tried to hide her sudden impairment. "Is everything ok sissie?"
"No, moving in is making me tired. Are you tired too?"
"Yeah, can I go to bed?"
"Sure, I'll go up and tuck you." He grabbed her hand and led her up to his bed. "Goodnight." She kissed his forehead. "I love you M.J."
As Ashley was walking down the stairs the lights went out. "Well, hell. Ashley Elizabeth did you pay the bill?"
"Sent it in last week." She kept her eyes on the floor, finding her footing through unpacked boxes. "Shit, Trevor!" She fell forward and landed on her hands. "Fuck! Ow!" Her wrist was swelling, her finger were already purple. "I think it's broken." Trevor kneeled next to her. "I'll drive myself to emergency. You stay home with my brother."
"Listen, I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what happened."
"Don't worry." She lowered her head and rushed out the door holding her throbbing hand.
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"It's broken." The doctor started to wrap her left wrist in plaster. "Five weeks and we'll check it out. How'd it happen?"
"Tripped over an empty box when the lights shorted out in my new house."
"Oh." The doctor gave her a once over. "You look like you were in a fight. There are cuts on your shoulders, marks on your knees."
"We're moving in. Things happen." Ashley rolled her eyes.
"Alright, well no lifting anything over five pounds, as your doctor." She smiled and accepted the prescription for pain meds.
"Thanks." Her car seemed like home, no crazy fiancé beating her up, no loony little brother wrestling his imaginary friend. As Ashley pulled onto the freeway her cell phone rang. "Hey Lita, what's up you?"
"Girl's night. Tomorrow girly. We're going to RAW!"
"Fun, but Lita listen. I broke my wrist."
"Ouch honey. OH well, I'll help you hold up your Hunter Will You Marry Me sign."
"Thanks."
"I'll pick you up at three.: Ashley hung up her phone and hoped Trevor would be in a better mood the next day.