Warning: This story contains sexually explicit themes and adult language.
Reader's discretion is advised.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. However, Ashton and other miscellaneous characters belong to me.
Chapter 4
Ashton looked around her quaint surroundings and was quite pleased. The fire place was clean and neat, the rugs were vibrant and brand new, and the furniture polished and shiny. A small townhouse was finally purchased for her. At first her parents were adamant about her living on her own, but when she explained that this was the perfect opportunity for her to become independent, they decided to oblige her wishes.
In a nice neighborhood in Manhattan, she knew that she was at peace. Well, almost. She still had a few issues to sort out, like trying to figure out how to extract Jack Kelly from her life. She remembered when she told tell her parents that Jack could not know where she lived. They agreed that since he was still a "gentleman caller" that it would not be advisable to divulge that kind of information as of yet. Ashton was grateful to have such understanding parents, even though they could be strict at times.
She invited many of her friends to her new address. They were happy for Ashton that she was able to persuade her folks to let her move out. Once day, as she was preparing to leave her place to do some shopping, she was met by an unexpected knock at the door.
"Spot! What are doing here?" She asked as he encased her in between two loving arms. "I came ta see ya. I heard dat ya had a new place of your own. When were ya planning on telling me?"
"I was going to call you over tomorrow. I was on my way to shop right now for something pretty to meet you in."
"Well, I prefer you like this." He said as he began unbuttoning the front of her jacket. She giggled as he closed the door behind them and locked it.
~
On a routine visit to meet with her bevy of girlfriends, Ashton met the girls at Tibby's. They greeted each other with kisses and hugs as she got comfortable in the booth they were all sharing. They were all engaged in heavy conversation when Ashton's good friend, Christine, walked through the door. Ashton politely excused herself and walked over to greet her friend.
"Hello, Christine. How are you?"
"Just fine, Ashton. Are you busy right now?"
"Just enjoying the company of my girlfriends, why?"
"I need to ask you something in private."
Ashton walked over to a more secluded section of the restaurant. As soon they were out of earshot of the others, Christine spoke.
"So, when's the baby due?"
Ashton's eyes damn near popped out of their sockets. "How did you know that I was pregnant?"
"I have eyes don't I? I mean, you have always been busty, but you're bustier than normal. And men don't have eyes like us women."
Ashton just put her hand to her head and looked dumbfounded. "So, have you told Spot yet?"
"Of course, I have. He wants to take care of me. I have realized that I can't live the life of a libertine anymore. I am about to become a mother and I have to start living respectably. That was the way I was raised anyway."
"That's good. I was thinking the same thing. I think that we should stop this lifestyle we are leading. There's nothing glamorous about being looked upon as a slut."
"I know, I agree, but I want to be a good woman with a good reputation, like my mother. Besides, I was only with two guys at once. Not like those girls over there." Ashton said, pointing to her circle of friends who were laughing like there was no tomorrow. The two young ladies went over to the booth to return to the company of their companions.
~
Ashton got up early this morning and dressed herself in ladylike attire and proceeded to go to church. Within due time, she made it to the cathedral and strolled in swiftly. Once inside, she looked up into the magnificent splendor of the gothic structure and closed her eyes. She wanted to correct the reckless lifestyle that she had been leading and she wanted to make things right, both with herself and with God.
She did not want to go to the confessional and come clean with her sins before a priest. She had always found it insane to talk to another human being about one's mistakes instead of going directly to God. Besides, God would never tell. She couldn't trust a priest because even they were still human and could pass judgment.
She walked to a pew and knelt down on its knee rests. Bowing her head down in silence, she made a clean breast of it all, of everything that went against what she was taught from childhood. She also thanked God for blessing her with child, even though it was under lascivious circumstances. Once she finished, she felt renewed; refreshed, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. As she was leaving, she was intercepted by the presence of a handsome young priest.
"Have you come for mass?"
"No, Abbe, I came to discuss a matter of the heart with our Lord and now I am on my way to be a good Christian woman."
The Abbe nodded, looking at her with his piercing green eyes. "Well, I hope that I will be seeing you in the mere future for mass, shall I?"
"Indeed, Abbe." As she stood before him, she felt an uncomfortable silence pass between the two of them. She did not like the way he was looking at her for some reason, as if he knew she was guilty of something. She looked up into his emerald, cat-like orbs and felt a bizarre feeling shoot through her body. The priest finally spoke.
"Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the rectory? I think that there is something of interest to all Christian women that might be of interest to you."
Not wanting to appear rude, Ashton politely accepted the Abbe's invitation to the parsonage as she followed him. As soon as stepped into the room, she felt a mixture of safety and uneasiness. She couldn't explain it, however. It was just there. She made her way to a seat as the priest walked over to a desk and retrieved a book.
"This is called a prayer book. You write down your daily prayers in it. It would be of great use to you in your every day dealings with life."
"Thank you." She said appreciatively as he sat down before her. She looked at the book candidly as he just sat there staring at her. "You're welcome. Tell me something, uh...."
"Ashton."
"Ashton. That's a pretty name. Tell me, Ashton, what are your plans as a woman who wishes to do right by God?"
"Well, I wish to live as a respectable, Christian woman. This is the way I was raised and it's the way I intend to live." The Abbe smiled at her as she revealed her future life's strategy. Slowly, he leaned forward and placed his hand on her skirt, gripping her knew and moving his way up her thigh.
Ashton looked on in horror as he put his hands on her in a most inappropriate manner.
"Abbe! What are you doing!?" She cried out in terror.
The priest knew exactly what he was doing. Even though he was a man of the cloth, he was still a man, with the needs of a man. Quickly, he grabbed her by the neck and forcibly kissed her before proceeding to push her head towards his crotch.
She punched upwards hitting him in the nose, causing him to cry out in pain. He released her and grabbed his nose, which was bleeding. She jumped up and tried to run out, but he reached for her and pushed her up against the door.
"Forgive me, Ashton! I didn't mean it!"
She then kicked him in the groin and ran out of the vicarage. She didn't stop until she reached the corner. Was this kind of a horrible test from God? She thought. Was this a way to see if she truly had changed her ways? If it was, she hoped that she passed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. However, Ashton and other miscellaneous characters belong to me.
Chapter 4
Ashton looked around her quaint surroundings and was quite pleased. The fire place was clean and neat, the rugs were vibrant and brand new, and the furniture polished and shiny. A small townhouse was finally purchased for her. At first her parents were adamant about her living on her own, but when she explained that this was the perfect opportunity for her to become independent, they decided to oblige her wishes.
In a nice neighborhood in Manhattan, she knew that she was at peace. Well, almost. She still had a few issues to sort out, like trying to figure out how to extract Jack Kelly from her life. She remembered when she told tell her parents that Jack could not know where she lived. They agreed that since he was still a "gentleman caller" that it would not be advisable to divulge that kind of information as of yet. Ashton was grateful to have such understanding parents, even though they could be strict at times.
She invited many of her friends to her new address. They were happy for Ashton that she was able to persuade her folks to let her move out. Once day, as she was preparing to leave her place to do some shopping, she was met by an unexpected knock at the door.
"Spot! What are doing here?" She asked as he encased her in between two loving arms. "I came ta see ya. I heard dat ya had a new place of your own. When were ya planning on telling me?"
"I was going to call you over tomorrow. I was on my way to shop right now for something pretty to meet you in."
"Well, I prefer you like this." He said as he began unbuttoning the front of her jacket. She giggled as he closed the door behind them and locked it.
~
On a routine visit to meet with her bevy of girlfriends, Ashton met the girls at Tibby's. They greeted each other with kisses and hugs as she got comfortable in the booth they were all sharing. They were all engaged in heavy conversation when Ashton's good friend, Christine, walked through the door. Ashton politely excused herself and walked over to greet her friend.
"Hello, Christine. How are you?"
"Just fine, Ashton. Are you busy right now?"
"Just enjoying the company of my girlfriends, why?"
"I need to ask you something in private."
Ashton walked over to a more secluded section of the restaurant. As soon they were out of earshot of the others, Christine spoke.
"So, when's the baby due?"
Ashton's eyes damn near popped out of their sockets. "How did you know that I was pregnant?"
"I have eyes don't I? I mean, you have always been busty, but you're bustier than normal. And men don't have eyes like us women."
Ashton just put her hand to her head and looked dumbfounded. "So, have you told Spot yet?"
"Of course, I have. He wants to take care of me. I have realized that I can't live the life of a libertine anymore. I am about to become a mother and I have to start living respectably. That was the way I was raised anyway."
"That's good. I was thinking the same thing. I think that we should stop this lifestyle we are leading. There's nothing glamorous about being looked upon as a slut."
"I know, I agree, but I want to be a good woman with a good reputation, like my mother. Besides, I was only with two guys at once. Not like those girls over there." Ashton said, pointing to her circle of friends who were laughing like there was no tomorrow. The two young ladies went over to the booth to return to the company of their companions.
~
Ashton got up early this morning and dressed herself in ladylike attire and proceeded to go to church. Within due time, she made it to the cathedral and strolled in swiftly. Once inside, she looked up into the magnificent splendor of the gothic structure and closed her eyes. She wanted to correct the reckless lifestyle that she had been leading and she wanted to make things right, both with herself and with God.
She did not want to go to the confessional and come clean with her sins before a priest. She had always found it insane to talk to another human being about one's mistakes instead of going directly to God. Besides, God would never tell. She couldn't trust a priest because even they were still human and could pass judgment.
She walked to a pew and knelt down on its knee rests. Bowing her head down in silence, she made a clean breast of it all, of everything that went against what she was taught from childhood. She also thanked God for blessing her with child, even though it was under lascivious circumstances. Once she finished, she felt renewed; refreshed, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. As she was leaving, she was intercepted by the presence of a handsome young priest.
"Have you come for mass?"
"No, Abbe, I came to discuss a matter of the heart with our Lord and now I am on my way to be a good Christian woman."
The Abbe nodded, looking at her with his piercing green eyes. "Well, I hope that I will be seeing you in the mere future for mass, shall I?"
"Indeed, Abbe." As she stood before him, she felt an uncomfortable silence pass between the two of them. She did not like the way he was looking at her for some reason, as if he knew she was guilty of something. She looked up into his emerald, cat-like orbs and felt a bizarre feeling shoot through her body. The priest finally spoke.
"Would you do me the honor of accompanying me to the rectory? I think that there is something of interest to all Christian women that might be of interest to you."
Not wanting to appear rude, Ashton politely accepted the Abbe's invitation to the parsonage as she followed him. As soon as stepped into the room, she felt a mixture of safety and uneasiness. She couldn't explain it, however. It was just there. She made her way to a seat as the priest walked over to a desk and retrieved a book.
"This is called a prayer book. You write down your daily prayers in it. It would be of great use to you in your every day dealings with life."
"Thank you." She said appreciatively as he sat down before her. She looked at the book candidly as he just sat there staring at her. "You're welcome. Tell me something, uh...."
"Ashton."
"Ashton. That's a pretty name. Tell me, Ashton, what are your plans as a woman who wishes to do right by God?"
"Well, I wish to live as a respectable, Christian woman. This is the way I was raised and it's the way I intend to live." The Abbe smiled at her as she revealed her future life's strategy. Slowly, he leaned forward and placed his hand on her skirt, gripping her knew and moving his way up her thigh.
Ashton looked on in horror as he put his hands on her in a most inappropriate manner.
"Abbe! What are you doing!?" She cried out in terror.
The priest knew exactly what he was doing. Even though he was a man of the cloth, he was still a man, with the needs of a man. Quickly, he grabbed her by the neck and forcibly kissed her before proceeding to push her head towards his crotch.
She punched upwards hitting him in the nose, causing him to cry out in pain. He released her and grabbed his nose, which was bleeding. She jumped up and tried to run out, but he reached for her and pushed her up against the door.
"Forgive me, Ashton! I didn't mean it!"
She then kicked him in the groin and ran out of the vicarage. She didn't stop until she reached the corner. Was this kind of a horrible test from God? She thought. Was this a way to see if she truly had changed her ways? If it was, she hoped that she passed.