A/n This may be triggering to some.
Ashton's pov
The boys and I walked into a party and they instantly disappeared. I had a bad feeling about this place. I didn't know any of these people and we were in a bad part of town. Of course, Michael made me come, instead of reading at home.
I went over to a couch in the corner and sat down. There were drunk people everywhere and i was worried about the boys. Something could happen to them and i wouldn't know were they are. I stopped worrying, when a man, about 30, sits next to me.
"Are you here alone, beautiful? "I heard him ask.
I stayed quiet, not knowing if he was talking to me. And if he is, i feel a bit uncomfortable. I felt a hand on my shoulder and i turned to him.
"Are you here alone, beautiful? "He asked, again.
"N-no, my f-friends a-are somewhere "i stuttered out.
"Am i making you uncomfortable, babe? "He whispered into my ear.
I kept quiet and closed my eyes. I was scared and so uncomfortable at this point, i thought i might have a panic attack. And worse, the boys aren't around to save me. I felt myself being pulled up and i opened my eyes. The man had my arm and was pulling me upstairs. I tried to pull back, but he was to strong.
He pulled me into a room and closed the door, before slamming me against a wall. He started to kiss my neck and that's when tears started to fall. I tried to push him away, but he slapped me.
"L-let me g-go. P-please. "I begged.
He grabbed my hair and bashed my head against the wall twice, telling me to shut up. My vision started to get blurry, probably for 3 reasons. 1. From all the tears, 2. Because my contacts probably came out from crying and, 3. Because my head just got bashed against a wall.
He kept kissing my neck and started to grind on me. I let out a little whimper, wanting to escape. Apparently he had enough of that, because he grabbed me and throw me on the bed, before climbing on me. Again, i tried to push him off, resulting in another slap.
The man pulled off my shirt and jeans, as i started to shake. As he started to take off my boxers, the door flung open and a person came in. The man was pulled off me and i managed to back up into the corner of the room. I hugged my knees and hid my face in them. I couldn't breathe properly and i was shaking more.
I heard voices, but i couldn't understand what they where saying. I heard someone run away and i felt a hand on my back. I shot away and whimpered, not looking up
"Ash, it's me, Michael. It's ok now "he said, softly.
I looked up to see Michael, even though it was blurry. I whimpered and he pulled me into his lap. I hid my face in his neck and continued crying and shaking. Michael wrapped a arm around my waist and rubbed my back, while with the other hand, he played with my hair.
"It's ok, baby. Just breathe for me "he said, rocking us back and forth.
"P-please t-take me h-home "i said and he nodded.
Michael got up and sat me on the bed. He put on my clothes for me and helped me up. As we walked downstairs, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. By this point, my crys where whimpers and my panic attack was over. I was still scared and my vision was burly, though.
We walked around, trying to find the boys, while Michael made sure no one even touched me. We found the boys in a corner, drinking beer. They smiled at us, but then frowned, seeing my state.
