Travis: "Well you’re about to find out."

He says pushing his way through the door. And then closes it behind him.

Ashley: "Do I have to?" I ask stupidly. Which gets me a backhand to the cheek. Wow that hurts. It bought tears to my eyes instantly. I’ve never been backhanded before, not going to lie. Not a fan. I’m not going to cry though. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction.

Travis: "Yes you fucking bitch! Are those tears? Are you fucking crying, you fucking cunt?!" He yells at me. Tears are at the brim but they have yet to spill over. I fight the erge to just give him the satisfaction of my tears. He then grabs my wrists tight and pushes me towards Spencers’ bed. "Sit." He barks out and I obey not wanting to piss him off, because it could make it so much worse. "What should I start off with?" He asks me.

I just sit there in silence.

‘Smack’

This time he hits me in the jaw/lower lip area with the back of his closed fist. Like a back handed punch. It hurt but I still wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of tears. I just started to think of how Aiden and Glen were going to beat the shit out of him and that I would do all the same things he did to me only with a baseball bat.

Travis: "I asked you a question. Answer me dyke!" He says grabbing my jaw and making me look at him.

Ashley: "You can let me go and I won’t kill you." I say jerking my head out of his hands and kicking him in the shin with all my might which shocks him and takes him down to the floor. I may be petite but I have surprisingly strong legs. And thank goodness I was wearing Chucks instead of flip flops.

Travis: "You bitch, you just earned yourself a beating." He says rubbing his shin and starting to get back up. I jump up off the bed with my newly found guts and kick him in the nose as hard as I could. Knocking him back to the ground.

Ashley: "Listen here you fucking prick. I don’t take orders from anyone. So there is no way in hell I’m even going to think about taking orders from you."