Forbidden

Chapter 4

Ashlyn's POV

I quickly walked out of our bathroom and into our closet. I changed before walking over to the mirror to put my hair up. As I threw it up into a bun I noticed the mark Adam left on my neck. I sighed before grabbing my make up bag. I really don't want anyone else seeing this. Especially at dance. I'm happy I don't have to teach a class today. I don't want to come home after dance though. I'll find something to do. I'm defiantly not coming home after. I'll stay at my studio if I have to. There's always things that need to be done there. It's like I can't ever get everything done that I need to. Especially things here. They have to be perfect for him and they're defiantly not since I've hardly been home the past few days. I won't be staying here today. Mainly after what already happened this morning.

I fixed the mark that he left the best I could. It's still sort of noticeable. I just hope they don't notice. Once I was done getting ready I walked back into our bedroom. I noticed him smirk, "Come here, babe."

I walked over to him as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He roughly grabbed my face, pressing his lips against mine. He quickly pushed his tongue back into my mouth as he pulled me over so I was straddling him. I really need to leave. I can't pull away though. I know he won't let me. It didn't take him very long to pull away. He kept his head touching mine, "Stay here today, babe."

"You know I can't do that."

I felt him move his hands to my shorts, "You could. Just tell them you're sick."

I shook my head, "I need to go."

He roughly pecked my lips before finally letting me pull away. I grabbed my bag before walking out to my car. I really hope he's not here by the time I get back. I checked the time. I know I should be there by now. If they get mad at me about it then I'm fine with it. I couldn't help this. It's his fault.

As I pulled into the parking lot I noticed that they were both already here. They were both standing outside, talking to each other. At least the two of them get along. I sighed before getting out, throwing my bag over my shoulder. I walked up to the door unlocking it. As I did I mumbled, "I'm sorry I'm late."

I really don't know if either of them said anything. I wasn't paying attention. I walked inside to my office. I dropped my bag off before walking down to the 1st studio. Sam asked, "Are you ready to start now?"

I just nodded. I don't want to argue anymore today. I really don't have it in me. I just want to go somewhere and cry. I'm always like this after Adam is the way he was this morning. It's been awhile since he's done this. That's not an excuse though. It shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be in a relationship with him but I am. I don't have a choice in it though. It's all always his choice.

Sam had us practicing for a few hours. I was so happy when it was over. I usually love dance. Not today. I'm still upset about everything. I'm sure it's obvious. I'm not trying to hide it. Once everything was done I walked out of the studio to my office. I can't keep myself together anymore. I've been having a hard enough time doing it for the past few hours. I closed the door behind me before sitting on the couch, pulling my knees up to me and started crying. I can't take all this anymore. I need to find a way to finally be happy. I haven't been happy in years. I just want to go back and remember what that feels like. It seems like all I know now is to be unhappy. I don't want it to be this way anymore.

After a few minutes I heard my office door open. I looked up and saw that it was Harry. Why is he even in here? He always leaves right after we're done. I'm surprised I beat him out of the studio. He looked a little confused, "Are you alright?"

I just shrugged, "I'm sure you really don't care."

He shook his head as he sat down beside me, "I do. At least right now."