Complicated

7.

I wake the next day with one single word on my mind;

Fuck.

I wake in a bed, covered with blue sheets, a floor littered with clothes and walls covered in posters - Ashton's house.
I can hear the ensuite shower running, and a farmiliar churning starts in my stomach, my head booming. I look down at myself, and with a sigh of relief I see my own clothes still stuck to my body.
The shower stops running and I get out of the bed and walk over to Ashton's mirror. My hair was messy, and my makeup had smeared under my eyes, guess I'd been crying at some point. I wipe my eyes with my plaid shirt sleeve, and Ashton walks in.
"Hey" he says casually, drying his hair with a towel.
"Hi" I say awkwardly. "What happened last night?"
"You ruined your chances of your brother ever letting you go to another party" he laughs, then noticing my serious expression.
"Sorry, uh I took you here after that Liam guy started being a real dick to you."
"Why here?"
"You didn't want to go home, and wouldn't accept going to Calum's." He says, throwing his towel onto the floor. He walks over to the bed and sits down with a weak smile.
"What did Liam do? The last thing I remember really is the game being split up"
He furrows his eyebrows but gets up and walks over to me.
With a weird look on his face, he touches my waist. I step away slightly, but his large hand rests softly on the fabric, gulping, I meet his eyes.
"May I?" He asks, lifting the fabric slightly. With the look on his face that meant he wasn't joking, I nod. He began to unbutton my shirt from the bottom, and I felt it before I saw it. A bruise was beginning to form on either side of my waist, perfectly sculpted hand prints. I gasp, lifting my shirt more and turning to the mirror.
"Holy..."
"Yeah, also your wrists." He says still standing behind me, looking at my face in the mirror. I shove my sleeves up and sure enough little yellow marks were noticable, not nearly as bad as my waist though.
"Don't worry, your better off than him." He smirks, making me turn to him. As evil as it was I smile. I was never really a victim of anything. I grew up surrounded by these boys who always believed in girls having to stand up for themselves, not some guy to rescue them, so they made me fit and strong like them, plus I didn't have the best anger management to begin with, so I'd always been able to handle myself.
"Thanks"
"You'd do the same for me" he laughs, shoving me. I shove him back, and he grins.
"Somehow I don't think this'll happen to you" I state pointing at the hand prints.
"Oh you know me, I attract the vicious girls" he winks, jumping out the way so I couldn't punch him.
"Shut up" I laugh, and he grins. He grabs a jumper and pulls it on, then a really ugly ass hat which makes me laugh.
"C'mon miss judgy we're going to yours, before your brother tries to murder me for taking you here"
I laugh, grabbing all of my stuff, but just as we're about to go I hug him. "Thanks butthead"
"No problem boobbrain"