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Ashley’s POV

I couldn’t believe what was happening . . . It happened so fast. I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to do . . .

"Ashley! Call 9-1-1!" Stevie yelled at me. He tossed me his cell phone and I had just opened it, when Frank pulled it out of my hands

"We don’t have time to wait for an ambulance, and the hospital isn’t that far! We can drive there." He yelled. I covered my ears, trying to fade into my own place. I closed my eyes and continued to stand in my place. I felt people moving around me, probably taking Nikki to the car and driving her to the hospital.

I opened my eyes after about a minute and I was just in time to witness a fight between Gerard and Stevie. Frank had gotten Nikki into the backseat of their car, where Danni was sitting, her mouth hanging open. Frank was sitting in the front seat, yelling at Gerard to leave Stevie alone and get in the car.

I couldn’t take all the yelling, I started crying, and the next thing that happened was Gerard punching Stevie in the face. I stopped crying and watched him run to the car and pull out of the driveway.

I went to Stevie and dropped to my knees. I checked for a pulse, thankfully there was one. I took a deep breath and tried to think of what to do . . . Amy and Josh were coming out of the house. Amy was on her phone, and they left. I doubt that they would be going to the hospital.

I sat there with Stevie for a while longer, until I felt someone grab my arm and picked me up. My dad threw me across the yard and knelt down beside Stevie.

I could feel my arm stinging where my dad grabbed me. He obviously didn’t care, he never did . . .

I watched him trying to wake Stevie up for what seemed like forever, until he finally turned to me, "What the fuck happened?"

I shook my head, tears still falling. I couldn’t find my voice.

He stood up and walked toward me. He grabbed my arm again, and picked me up. He set me on my feet and then slapped me across my face, "I asked you what happened!"

I cleared my eyes of tears, "Gerard . . . " I whispered.

"Gerard Way?" He asked, obviously more furious than before.

I nodded. I felt bad for ratting out Gerard, but he had no reason to punch Stevie.

My dad shook his head, "That ass hole!" he paused, turning to look at Stevie, "Where is he?"

"The hospital . . .” I whispered, looking at Stevie.

He let go of my arm, pushing me back on the ground. He ran over to Stevie, picked him up, and ran to his car. I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at anything else. I wanted to go to the hospital to be with Nikki, but now that my dad was going to be there, I didn’t feel like going anymore . . .

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to be there for Nikki. I took a deep breath and grabbed Stevie’s cell phone that was on the ground a few feet away. I dialed a friend’s number and asked them to take me to the hospital.

*

I walked into the waiting room and saw that Frank was talking to a doctor. Danni was at the end of the hall, looking out of the window. I wondered where Gerard was . . . I was scared to think about it . . .

I stayed as far as possible from them until the doctor left. Then I walked over to Frank and he gasped. I had completely forgotten about what I must look like. I tried to not notice . . .

"What happened to you?" he asked, concern filling his eyes.

I shook my head, "Nothing terribly bad . . .”

He shook his head and wrapped his arms around me, “Who was it?”

"My dad… Just like always . . .”

He hugged me tighter, and we stood in silence for a while. It felt good to be hugged by someone that cared. I never wanted to move.

"Where is Gerard?" I asked after a while.

Frank dropped his arms and sat down in one of the chairs. I sat down beside him, "He’s in Nikki’s room."

I nodded and went over to where Danni was and stood beside her.

“Why is this happening, Ashley?” she asked me. I just shook my head and wrapped my arms around her.

“Don't worry though. She's going to be fine. Everything is going to be Okay. I promise you that.” She nodded and wrapped her arms around me even tighter.

“I hope so...” she whispered. A few minuted later, she looked up at me.

“Ashley, you look like shit,” she said. I shook my head.

“Yea, I know.”

She smiled, “Why don't you go get cleaned up? It's not like were going anywhere.”I smiled and went in search of the bathroom.

I opened the door to the bathroom and walked in. I locked it behind me and went over to the sink. When I looked in the mirror, my jaw dropped. Not only was there a bruise, but dirt and blood as well. It was dried, so I didn't have to worry about that bleeding.

I grabbed a paper towel and ran it under the cold water. I pressed it against where the dried blood was and it stung a little. Once I had removed the blood and dirt, I went back to where everybody was. I sat down next to Danni who was playing with the train set.
She smiled, “You look much better.”