The Gangleader and Me(ON HOLD)

•Chapter 10•

Ashley's POV:

After we picked up my bike from it's parking space, Jordan pulled out of the school, heading towards our local ice cream shop. When we finally got there, we got out of his truck and entered the ice cream. He grabbed my hand and entwined our fingers together, which made my head snap up to look at him. He look straight forward as if he did this with me a billion times and it was something so natural. I rolled my eyes playfully and I could see a small smile grown on his face as we walked to the front desk to order our ice cream. "Hi welcome to Twistee Treat how can I help you?" The girl asked, eyeing up Jordan.

I plastered a fake smile and said, "Oh yeah hi, I'd like a large cone with a Pina Colada blast. Baby what would you like?" I asked, looking up at him with a sweet smile. He chuckled, "I'd like the same but a cotton candy blast instead with a waffle cone." She nodded, shooting me a glare and I shot her a sweet smile. "Would that be all?" She asked. "I think my girlfriend and I are content with that. Right baby?" he said looking down at me as he kissed my temple. "Yup!" I said popping the 'P'. The girl nodded and rolled her eyes as she recited the price he had to pay for our ice cream. He handed her the bills and we stepped to the side so we could wait for our ice cream. "Jealous much?" He asked.

I glared up at him and said, "Oh no no, I'm territorial. Jealousy are for those who want something they can't or don't have, territorial is when you're protective over something that is yours, and after that little show back at school this morning, I'm yours, but you're mine. So the correct term is territorial loser." I explained to him and he smirked. "Aww you're so cute!" he said pinching my cheek lightly. I smacked his hand away from my cheek, and glared at him. "Don't pinch my cheeks you flying shit face." He threw his head back laughing at my comment. "Hello, here are your ice creams." another girl handed us our ice creams and we thanked her. Thankfully this one wasn't looking at Jordan. We walked over to a both in the corner where nobody was around.

I licked my ice cream, and what he said almost made me drop my ice cream. "Why are you depressed?" I blinked, not knowing how to reply. "I'm not de-" "Don't give me that. You don't know but I aide for the secretary who keeps the files on all the students and a while ago, before I met you I saw in your file that not only do you have a depression disorder but also anxiety disorder, bipolar disorder, and suicidal thoughts. You've also attempted to do so a few times. So tell me... why? You're so amazing. Why want to throw your life away." I sighed and asked him, "Can we wait till we finish our ice creams?" "We can take a walk in the park near here if you'd like. When we finish." I nodded with my eyes closed and we spent the rest of our time in the ice cream shop and silence, the only sound was from the workers doing their jobs, the chatters from the few people who were in here, and each time we opened our mouths to lick our ice cream. We left the shop shortly after we finished and decided to leave his truck there since the park was across the street. "So..?" he said, both hands tucked in his pockets. I sighed and started.

"Alright, there's not much to hide, a lot already know." I took and deep breath. "Well it all started when I was only 8 years old. My oldest brother Jonathan was 21 years old. He was out working that day. Both my parents had to go to work so they asked our neighbor to babysit. He was Eli and I's babysitter whenever my older brother couldn't. Anyways, this guy was in his late 20's. Elijah went to bed early so the guy and I both went to my room and decided to watch some Disney movies. He locked the door and he told me it was to make sure no bad guys came in, so I nodded, not knowing that the bad guy was already in my room.

We started to watch Cinderella, not a movie I was fond of but he said I should watch it with another perspective. At the time of course I didn't know what that word meant so I just nodded and watched the movie. I was in his lap while we watched the movie.. H-he... he started to touch me. He touched my chest area, of course I didn't have boobs at the age but he still ran his rather large hand over that area. I didn't know what was going on so I asked him politely if he could remove his hand. He did. For a short moment. He then started running his hand up my leg, to my pussy... I started to get scared because as a kid we were a movie family. No matter the age we were or the genre of the movie, we watched it. I saw kidnapping movies, movies that were serious, so I knew what he was doing. I guess he knew what my next move was gonna be, because he covered my mouth, to cover the screams that I was about to release. I started to cry. I thought he was gonna kidnap me, or kill me on the spot, but no, he did worse than that. He tied a bandana that was in his pocket around my mouth to make sure I made no noise. I tried to fight him off but I was only 8 and this guy was so much older than me.