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Chapter #59
Reid managed to carry Ashley back to bed where he bundled her with blankets. Ashley tightly clung onto him, almost digging her nails through his shirt, pressing hard against his skin. Reid held on until she manage to stop crying and continue to hold her in silence with only the sounds coming from the other room. He could hear them talking, but he couldn't make out of what they were saying, nor did he care.
"He didn't rape me," she said quietly. He closed his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "I don't want to do the rape kit. It is only going to show that I had sex earlier. No shit, you were there," she started to babble.
"Shh," Reid said. He stroke her hair back, But he knew that he need to tell Dr. Grant that and give his DNA as well. They continued to sit in silence together.
"Scream and I will kill Dr. Reid," she heard Julian's voice inside of her head. She knew that he was right. As long Julian believed that she was his, he would see Reid as a threat. She knew what she had to do.
She pulled away, rubbing her face. She then realized that she was wearing his green sweater and nothing else. Great, she thought.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she announced. She slowly stood up, putting weight on her bummed hip where she stumbled in pain, falling to the floor.
"Fuck," she cursed. Reid was about to help her up where she held up her hand.
"I'm fine," she said coldly. She slowly got up, putting most of her weight on her good leg. She hobbled her way to the bathroom.
Once inside, she found the hotel robe hanging behind the bathroom door. She slipped it on. She saw a red mark on her face and some dried blood on the side of her mouth where Julian had struck her. She splashed some water on her face, rinsing the blood off. What she really wanted to do was jump in the shower and scream into the facecloth while the water try to wash away the filth. But she couldn't, not yet.
"Just do it," she said to herself. "It is for his good."
She came out of the bathroom where Reid sat on the bed, waiting for her. She handed the sweater back to him.
"I don't want to see you ever again," she said.
He moved his head back, taken aback of what she just had said. "I don't understand."
"I had fun, now it is over. Get out," she said coldly. Please Doc just leave, don't make this harder than it has to be. She held out his sweater out to him where she finally put it on the nightstand.
He stood up, "Ashley, you just went through a traumatic event, you're feeling," he started to explained.
Before he knew it Ashley grabbed him by his shirt with both of her hands and spun around to where his back slammed against the wall.
"God dammit, Spencer, stop telling me statistics and your fucking lies. I know."
"Know what," he asked, looking at her. She didn't let go of him, instead she pressed his body further into the wall.
"I know about the finger disappearing and our clothing were soaked in bleach." Reid stood there, surprised at what she just told him.
"How did you know?" Ashley let go of him and held up her hand, pointing to the same finger that she had bitten off.
"He had a finger brace on his finger."
"Our clothes were soaked in chlorine, not bleach. Still how did you know?" She wouldn't answer him. She couldn't without getting Darcy involved.
"It's over," she said coldly.
As she left the room she saw everyone in the next room. They all heard them fighting. Fuck. She walked out of the room, down the hallway, not sure where she was going.
"Ashley wait," Reid called out, walking after her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and before he knew it, Ashley took his hand , bending her body forward. She elbowed him in the stomach and then flipped him over her shoulder. He landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him.
Looking up, he saw Ashley looking down at him with her foot on his neck, where she pressed down, blocking some of the airway. She shook her head at him then walked away.