A/N: These Flashback are important I promise!
Her grandmother's house had always been a place where Ashley and Rachael could go to get away from everything, Ashley had told her grandmother many times that their parents were druggies, and drunks but her grandmother would always laugh it off, and continue on with her cross-stitching. Today was no different her grandmother had just told her to keep her mouth shut, a man never liked a woman who told fibs.
Her grandmother was also a religious person and often reminded Ashley of the Ten Commandments especially about the ones about honoring thy mother and father, and after the ten commandments came various verses from the bible. And you mustn't forget the little warning her grand mother gave her every time she saw her, be careful what you do, you could end up in hell with you grandfather. Then also her grandmother would go back to her crossing stitching humming a hymn from her Sunday church service.
Her grandmother had her friends, who of course came from old money, their husbands long since passed away, leaving their fortune to their oldest sons who in turn took care of their mother's giving them diamonds for birthday's and cars for Christmas. Weekend getaways whenever they chose.
Grandmother's one sin was that she liked to gossip, and would always tell her friends to kindly keep their mouths shut when the topic of her son was raised, and then remind them of their family's discretions.
Today was different though, anyone could sense it, their was more electricity in the air and almost crackled when you moved. Everyone looked like they had something to hide.
Even her grandmother, but what was anyone's guess. If her friends knew, they weren't budging.
Grandmother had just asked her if she would like to stay for supper and she had happily agreed. Staying away from home wasn't a chore anymore it was a necessity, a necessity to stay alive. Rachael had seemed more distant and silent than usual, always ranting on about her day at school and who had looked at her or talked to her. She hadn't said a word since she arrived an hour ago she just sat and did her homework, she also sported a black eye, trying to resist daddy dearest again no doubt.
A door slammed immediately sending warning to the occupants something was about to happen, they knew who the slammer was, daddy had come to collect them, make them go home, her grandmother would pull her father aside and tell him in secret that Ashley had told her stories about him again, and she'd get backhanded for it, or beaten where no one could tell, beneath the clothing. After the last visit from the social worker, he had moved on to places where clothing would hide, and repeated over and over again no one was going to take them from him.
Ashley tried getting out of the room, by saying she had to use the rest room but daddy opened the door before she could. He gripped her hard around her arm, above her shirt hem so no one would know he left a mark, the pain was just a dull numbing sense anymore, she tried so hard to block out the pain, like she usually did but this time was different he kept squeezing until he heard a crack and pain shot up her arm. She knew instantly her arm was broken, it was how she was going to get to the hospital without him noticing was the better question. She would have to sneak out later tonight and make up some half-ass lie about why her arm was broken and why their were fingers marks around the place of breaking. Now her father would take Rachael home and have his way with her, the look in her grandmothers eyes told her that she knew what he was going to do, she refused to think her oldest son was capable of molesting his daughter. Her father's voice was like thunder loud and booming, yelling at them both to gather their things they were going home, her grandmother told him she had invited them for supper and he had told her in a calm voice they were having company over tonight maybe another time. There never was another time, her grandmother was dead two weeks later.
It fueled her anger towards her father even more, never allowing her to see her grandmother one last time. She didn't have anyone left in the world but herself, Rachael had become all but invisible now, never saying more than two words at a time.
Her mother drove her to the hospital that night, noticing during dinner why she didn't move her right arm, her mother went on and on saying her father didn't mean it but, he had meant it and so much more. Her mother was lucky that the bruises hadn't shown up yet, they didn't have to explain, she just fell the wrong way her mother said, you know kids were kids, every time she turned her back she was getting into trouble falling off something. That worked when she was seven, not when she was fourteen. The doctor's and even the nurse tried to get her to talk about what happened when her mother was filling out the insurance forms but she knew better, she kept her mouth shut.
"Ashley" she jumped awake, trying to gather her surroundings, everything was white, definitely not her apartment and her neck hurt like hell, and her hand was asleep and felt like a heavy object was on it. It slowly came back to where she was and she saw the object was Bosco's hand, weighing her hand down. Everything that had happened yesterday had come into her mind too, he was in here because of her. Why the hell couldn't she have waited, talked to him then? Locked her doors when she got in, a lot of what if's still left her with well all the what if's she started out with. She slowly raised her gaze to the person who had just called her name.
The medicine must be working; he sported a wide grin, ear to ear at least he had a bed to sleep in, she had to sleep in a chair, which her muscles were now protesting, her neck the most, she had one hell of a creek in the neck.
"Come here" she stood up and sat down in the little space that was left. His fingers slowly working out the kinks in her neck, feather light touches made her shiver. His warm breath chilled her to the bone. The urge to pee hit her all at once and she jumped up in fear that she might pee her pants if she didn't find a bathroom soon. She grabbed her coat and left with a quick explanation. She was washing her hands when lightly bumped the sides of her breast and it hurt, she finished washing, dried, and looked in the other stalls to see if anyone else was with her, the bathroom was hers at the moment. She touched her right breast and was surprised to find that it hurt and her boobs were swollen. Okay, this was new. She pulled the scrub shirt tighter around her, trying to see if anything was wrong, nothing. Mmm.. that's what you get for sleeping in a chair.
(A/N: If you haven't guessed it yet, then theirs not hope for you. Just read on if ur lazy and don't feel like getting it or just plain don't get it.)
She checked her appearance, nothing she could do about that at the moment, she'd go find some gift shop or something to get toothpaste and a toothbrush. She was going to drop her coat back off in Bosco's room so she started searching for her wallet. She started searching pockets, when paper connected with her hands, she pulled it out, the test results the nurse had been so damn happy about. Ahh she found her wallet, at last food! The paper kept nagging her by its presence and finally she had enough, it was still early few patients were up and the nurses were enjoying their morning coffee, she didn't have to worry about anyone coming in and interrupting her, she put her coat back on one of the sinks beside her as she ripped open the envelope.
Her eyes scanned over all the tests that they had done with her blood, their was a lot. All because she had complained about the smell of latex from the gloves the nurse was literally shoving in her face.
'Hepatitis B – negative, Hepatitis C – negative, HIV – negative' everything had negative except for one thing,
"Pregnancy – POSITIVE!" what the fucking hell she was pregnant? She kicked the garbage can
"Mother Fu" she stopped the door opened, in came a nurse. She grabbed her coat and left, shoving the results in her pocket, pregnant of all fucking things to do, she went and got her self pregnant! Well their was only option of who the father was, Bosco. She would have started to gain weight by now if it were Hayden's that was over three months ago.
She pulled out the paper again, the cursed paper, the one which brought her life to a crashing halt, she scanned over it again thinking she misread and something else was positive. No pregnancy was the only positive and the star thingy beside it said app. 4 weeks. There was no doubt about it, it was Bosco's. The hard part was telling him, and taking in his reaction, how would he react? Just when she thought she had him figured out he went and reacted completely different than she would have thought. Well the best thing she could do was tell him. And go from there but not until she had brushed her teeth and eaten, she wasn't about to eat hospital food again.
She was in luck, the gift shop was open but their was a catch, the person behind the counter wouldn't shut her yap and talked the whole time she was in there going on about stupid things that you wouldn't normally talk about. She did the next best thing and tuned her out, pretending she was lost in thought looking for something. She had found everything, even a box of crackers to boot.
Her mouth minty-fresh she made her way back to Bosco's room, he'd been lucky and no one else was sharing the room with him, she was just about to walk in when voices stopped her.
"If you had died I don't know what I would have done" their was silence and Ashley stepped forward to see what had happened, before her vision turned red she saw Cruz kissing Bosco and he wasn't exactly pushing her away. The kiss ended and Ashley stepped back out of the room, careful not to make a noise. She heard Bosco's deep voice
"Why now? After all this time, why now?"
Silence filled the room again, she heard movement and back up as fast as she could towards the end of the hall, she wasn't about to get caught eavesdropping. Cruz didn't see her as she walked out of the room, she wanted nothing more to attack the woman from behind her and curse and scream at her, making her pay for what she did. She had someone else to think about now; her hand went protectively to her stomach. She would pay. She didn't exactly want to go in and accuse him of anything, Cruz was a bitch, with a capital B but still he hadn't exactly pushed away or stopped it when it was about to happen either. They were both at fault. For now she would pretend nothing happened see how long it would take for him to tell her, if he did at all.
She put on the best face she could as she went back into the room, pretending everything was fine and she hadn't just witnessed a private moment between him and his ex. She sat herself down, debating whether or not to make him feel guilty about telling him she was pregnant, maybe that would be all the encouragement he needed to tell her. She'd play it by ear.
Half an hour had past and he wouldn't shut up, she was half done her box of crackers, cheese flavoured, they're damn addictive. Like Lay's chips, betcha you eat one – to this day she still hadn't won that bet. While listening to him drone on and on she had made up a mental list of things to do to both Bosco and Cruz or one or the other, so far she was on one hundred. Mostly were to Cruz but the ones with Bosco involved his testicles being electrocuted or cut off.
101. Accidentally shoot her and say your gun went of accidentally. That could be a keeper friendly gun fire.
"Do you agree?" her eyes flew up to him, what was she agreeing to?
"Ya" and he continued on, having no clue that she had no idea it had been a guess to agree
102. Slowly poison her with arsenic in her coffee. Who had time for that? And where was she supposed to get arsenic with out raising red flags? No that took to long.
103. Cut the brakes to her car. No that wouldn't work cause a) she wasn't about to get dirty, and b) she didn't know where the brake line was on a car.
104. Run her over with a car, then blow up the car. That could work, but there was always a paper trail, so no that couldn't work either.
Her cracker box now empty, she threw it in the garbage all those made her thirsty, she interrupted him mid-sentence.
"I'm thirsty want anything?" she got up, never looking at him, she crossed her arms in fear that she would strangle him or at least attempt to hurt him.
"No"
"I'll be back. I'll see if your mother's still out there too, she was talking with the Capt last time I checked and that was six hours ago" her anger running to an all time high.
105. Wipe the smile off his face with a nearby pillow. Naw, too risky she could be caught.
Then it hit her, if he wanted to hurt her, she'd give him pain, she'd leave, and not just the hospital, the town, the state even. A friend owed her a favour. When she left this room she wasn't coming back.
Maybe in a couple of years she'd call, and say oh ya by the way you're a father. It wasn't fair to him or her unborn child but that's the way it was going to be, she'd take care of everything today. She'd keep her apartment and everything in it, in case she needed it, if she ever came back. She'd have the bills to be automatically withdrawn every month. Maybe even rent it out. No she didn't want people touching her things. So much to do, so little time. She had to quit her job too. First she had to find something out first.
"Bosco, how much do you love me?" she smiled mischievously
"With everything in me why?" something was up he knew it
"I think we should end things" she said in a cold emotionless voice, turned and left.
106. Rip out his heart and stomp on it.
A/N: Ok so does everyone now get what's up with Ashley? I know she's becoming a bitch but she'll be nicer, and I know this was supposed to be the chapter you found out where she was going but next one I swear even start her in the new place. I think either next chapter or the one after that will be the last, but don't worry a sequel is in the works.
If anyone can guess where Ashley is going I'll dedicate the final chapter to them! I know that may not be a big thing, but I think it is, I would feel special if someone did that for me.