Forbidden

Chapter 1

I woke up from a voice booming through the house, "ASHLYN, YOU'RE SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT! YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING!"

I'm not surprised. He tells me this all the time. Nothing is ever good enough. I rolled over to see Adam storming into our bedroom. I'm not sure what I "did" this time. I don't really care too much right now. I need to get to the studio anyway. I sat up in bed as Adam stormed over to me, grabbing my arm pulling me off the bed, "Where the hell are my pants for work? I thought I told you to iron them."

"I did. They're in the laundry room."

"No, they're fucking not. I just looked."

"I'll go find them."

He finally let go of my arm. I walked down the hall to the laundry room. I can't wait to get out of here. Every chance I get to be away from him makes me happy. He's always like this towards me. Sometimes it gets hard to handle. There's no use in arguing with him about anything either. I don't feel like trying to hide anymore bruises than the ones I already have. I'm sure people have noticed some of them before. He doesn't care where he leaves them. He wants me to hide them all the time. Some times I just can't.

I found his pants exactly where I left them. God he acts like he's blind sometimes. Probably so he doesn't have to do anything. I grabbed them before walking back to our bedroom. He was sitting on our bed. He had a slight smirk on his face. I can tell exactly how tonight is going to be once I get home. I handed him his pants when he moved his hands to my hips, pulling me closer to him, "Are you going to be home for dinner tonight, babe?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Depends on how long Sam has us practice then I have to teach a class tonight."

He moved a hand up, running a thumb over my bottom lips, "Come straight home. I need to feel those lips wrapped around me later."

I sort of want to vomit hearing that. I knew he would want something. He always does. I don't get why he can't get one of the girls from the hospital to. I know he sleeps around. It doesn't bother me. It makes things easier on me. I don't care about him too much anymore. Things we almost perfect before then we moved in together. All that changed. He's so controlling. I don't try to fight it anymore. It doesn't work. It just makes things worse on me.

He got up, roughly pressing his lips against mine. He pulled away quickly, "Go get my lunch together, babe."

I nodded, pulling away from him. Living like this is driving me crazy. I can't wait till I can get away from all this. I can't go to my parents for help. They think he's perfect which is obviously not true but he acts so different around other people. He's basically like a completely different person. I can't really go to  any friends about it. They're all his friends. He made me stop talking to all of mine when I moved in. I would try talking to them but he goes through my phone. He gets mad when I put a lock on it. It's ridiculous.

I finished putting his lunch together and started putting it into a bag when he walked into the kitchen. He roughly pecked my lips as he took it from me, "I'll be home, later."

I nodded as he walked out. I leaned back against the counter. I hate living like this. I need away from it. There's really no way out. That's why I need this extra money from the dance competition. I keep sneaking money into my own bank account. He doesn't know about it. I can't sneak too much in there at a time since he would know. He knows how much money I usually put into the one we share every other week. I know he would flip out on me if he knew. I'm not sure exactly what he would do to me but I know it would be one of the worst things he's done. He always makes sure I know I belong to him.

I sighed before grabbing something small to eat and walking back upstairs to our room. I changed into some work out clothes and throwing my hair up into a ponytail. It doesn't really matter how I look. I'm going to be gross by the time I leave there anyway. I am meeting my dance partner today. I don't really know any guys that dance because of Adam so I asked Sam to find me someone. I grabbed a bigger t-shirt and threw it into my bag so Adam doesn't know what I'm wearing today. He would get mad. I really don't feel like dealing with that tonight. Especially with the way he was this morning. I really have no idea how he'll be tonight anyway. I grabbed my sports bag before walking back downstairs. I stopped in the kitchen grabbing some water and Gatorade before walking out to my car. I really have to stay at my studio longer tonight. I don't want to come back here. He would notice if I didn't though.