The Abuse of Ashley Collins

by Athan, Jon

  The Abuse of

  Ashley Collins

  Jon Athan

  Copyright © 2017 Jon Athan

  All Rights Reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  WARNING

  This book contains scenes of intense violence and some disturbing themes. Some parts of this book may be considered violent, cruel, disturbing, or unusual. This book is about abuse – mental, physical, and sexual abuse. Certain implications may trigger strong emotional responses. This book is also not intended for those easily offended or appalled. Please enjoy at your own discretion.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter One

  The Night It All Began

  Calvin Collins opened his eyes and turned over on his bed, surprised. A soft moan meandered into his room and slipped into his ears, teasing his sexual curiosity. Through the darkness, he stared at his bedroom door on the parallel wall across from his bed. Again, the sound – a moan of pleasure – seeped into his room from the hallway.

  The youngster – 12 years old, to be exact – quietly stood from his bed. He tiptoed across his bedroom, lunging over the creaky floorboards and clothing scattered across the ground. He slowly opened his door, trying to avoid the squeal from the hinges. He poked his head into the hall and examined the corridor, searching for the source of the sound.

  The last door to his right led to the master bedroom. A snore emerged from the room, sonorous. Down the hall to his left, a staircase led to the first floor. On the parallel wall across the hall, there were two doors. The door to the right led to the bathroom, the door to the left led to his sister's room – Ashley Collins.

  To his surprise, another moan emerged from Ashley's room.

  Calvin inhaled deeply, then he whispered, “Is she... Is she really doing 'it?' Is she...”

  He paused to swallow the lump in his throat. He tiptoed out of his room and crept towards the door to his left. With every other step, he constantly glanced back at his parents' room. He didn't want to bring trouble to his sister's door, but his curiosity forced him to move forward. He stopped near Ashley's bedroom.

  He leaned closer and planted his ear on the door. His eyes and mouth widened. The moaning, sultry and tender, came from Ashley's room. As a matter of fact, the sexual moaning came from Ashley. The groans were even accompanied by the sound of a bed rocking. The sound was minuscule – the stroking was slow and calculated – but it was there.

  Calvin was young and naive, but he knew about sex. He had learned about it in his sex education class in seventh grade. Ever since then, his mind was clouded with thoughts of girls and sex. He spent months thinking about the correlation between the two, as if he were working on a puzzle with a thousand pieces.

  He licked his lips, then he whispered, “Holy shit. He's... He's boning her.”

  From the bedroom, Ashley said, “Just like that... Don't stop. Please, don't stop.”

  Calvin shuddered upon hearing his sister's gentle voice. He couldn't help but feel aroused. He stared down at himself, counting the stripes on his blue flannel pajamas. He could feel a bulge in his pants. The sensation was not new to him, but it still made him feel odd. Sex education did not teach him about sexual thoughts involving his family.

  It's very wrong, he thought, it has to be wrong. His thoughts couldn't trump his instincts, though. He placed his hand on his crotch and continued to listen. His sister's moaning grew louder with each thrust, filled with pleasure.

  The youngster was overwhelmed by his deviant lust. Sweat glistened on his brow and streamed across his lean body. His limbs trembled, his breathing intensified, and his heart pounded. He was ready to burst.

  Calvin gasped and hopped as the sound of a creaky floorboard emerged from over his shoulder. He breathed deeply as he slowly turned, terrified. He found his father – Logan Collins – standing in his bedroom doorway, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

  Logan was an austere man, strict but caring. He stood six-one with a burly physique. He had a chiseled jawline, covered in stubble. His black hair was messy, protruding every which way. He wore a tight white t-shirt, which molded around his muscular figure, and blue flannel pajama bottoms. He stared at his son with a furrowed brow.

  Logan nodded at him and whispered, “What's wrong, kiddo? Why aren't you sleeping?”

  Calvin sighed in disappointment. He cornered himself due to his curiosity. He could take the blame, make an excuse and cause a scene while warning Ashley – but he could only think about saving himself. Merely thinking about a sex talk with his parents made him feel uncomfortable. So, he swayed his head towards Ashley's bedroom door – in there.

  Logan stared at his son, unable to comprehend his gesture. He took two steps forward, then he stopped. He finally heard the faint moans and creaky wood in his daughter's bedroom. It didn't take him long to connect the pieces. He clenched his jaw and shook his head, clearly flustered by the discovery. He pointed at Calvin, then he pointed at his son's bedroom, gesturing his demands – go inside and go to sleep.

  Calvin nodded and quickly tiptoed into his room, slinking past his father and slipping into the shadows. His father patted his scruffy hair as he walked past him. The man didn't seem to notice his bulge, either. He closed the door behind him and sighed in relief. He avoided trouble and saved himself while bringing chaos to his sister's room. He wasn't proud of his deeds, but he was grateful for his safety.

  As he returned to his bed, disappointed and dejected, Calvin whispered, “I'm sorry, Ashley...”

  He shoved orange ear plugs, which resembled candy corn without the yellow or white, into his ears. His father had bought them for him after he complained about his lack of sleep. He couldn't sleep due to the constant arguing between father and daughter. He was expecting another fight, too. He slipped under his covers and closed his eyes, ready to escape from the cruel world.

  ***

  Logan stood in front of Ashley's door. He didn't take pleasure in listening to his daughter's moans – unlike his son. No, the man was infuriated. He tightly clenched his fists and breathed deeply as the unadulterated anger flowed through his veins. He needed a second to compose himself or he'd surely end up striking his daughter. He couldn't afford to lay a finger on her, though.

  The law protected her and society would crucify him.

  Logan took a deep breath, then he brutishly opened the door and barged into the room. The door rattled as i
t collided with the neighboring wall. The bed squealed as the frisky couple squirmed on the mattress, shocked like cockroaches hit by a blinding light.

  Ashley – a sixteen-year-old teenager with a petite figure – wiped her long black hair away from her face as she lifted the covers over her perky breasts. She glared at her father. She opened her mouth to yell, planning to throw a tantrum, but she couldn't conjure a word. Her father's abrupt appearance was humiliating.

  Logan glared at Ashley's boyfriend, Tyler, and asked, “What the hell are you doing here? Huh? Who invited you into my damn house, boy? Who?!”

  Tyler nervously smiled and shrugged as he lifted his underwear and jeans up to his waist, hopping around the room on one foot. The charming young man's slick black hair covered his brow and eyes. The tattoos on his shoulder – generic tattoos his entire generation marked on their skin – glistened due to his sweaty figure. He was handsome, sure, but he was not accepted by the family.

  Particularly, Logan despised the eighteen-year-old's rock 'n' roll lifestyle. He certainly would not allow his daughter to follow her boyfriend's path.

  As he tossed his shirt over his head, Tyler stuttered, “I–I was just... I was just giving her a check-up. Yeah, we were, um, playing doctor-and-patient. You know, I was checking for lice.”

  Logan sneered in disgust and responded, “You think you're funny, don't you? You think this is a game, right? You think I'm playing with you?”

  “No, no. I'm just trying to, um... lighten the mood. I'm sorry. I'll go if you–”

  “You're damn right you're leaving.”

  Logan grabbed a fistful of Tyler's hair and dragged him across the room. Tyler yelped and slapped at the man's wrist, but to no avail. He could not break Logan's powerful grip.

  As the pair stumbled into the hallway, Ashley shouted, “What are you doing?! Get the hell off of him, asshole!”

  Of course, her father did not stop. She staggered off of the bed and rushed to a pile of clothing on her dresser. She reached for a large white t-shirt to cover her body.

  As she tossed the shirt over her head, Ashley yelled, “You invaded my privacy! You're not allowed to touch him!”

  Logan was not perturbed by the warning – his house, his rules. He dragged Tyler down the stairs and pulled him across the living room.

  As he opened the front door, Logan sternly said, “I want you to stay away from my daughter, boy.”

  He pushed Tyler across the front porch, which caused the young man to tumble onto the walkway. He walked onto the rickety porch and wagged his index finger at his uninvited guest. He wanted to yell every obscenity in the book at the teenager, but he bit his tongue. He didn't want to cause a scene in front of his neighbors.

  Logan said, “This is your last warning. Don't come back here again.” As Tyler staggered across the front lawn, the furious father said, “I'm serious. I'll rip your head off if you enter my house without my permission again. Don't play with me.”

  He stepped onto the walkway and watched as Tyler smiled and waved back at him. An asshole, he thought, why does she always fall for assholes? His daughter's choice in men was consistently disappointing.

  Tyler hopped into his black hardtop, then he sped off.

  Logan watched until the vehicle left his sight and departed the suburban neighborhood. He sniffled, then he turned towards his house. He stopped at the bottom of the porch steps, surprised. Ashley stood on the porch, visibly frustrated.

  With his hands on his hips, Logan nodded and said, “Get inside. If you have something to say, we'll talk about it inside.”

  “Inside?” Ashley repeated in disbelief. “You want me to go inside so you can just... block me out? Is that it? Let's talk about it here, dad. Let's talk about how you invaded my privacy – again – and how you want some privacy now.”

  “We can talk about that, sure. Let's talk about it inside.”

  “No! Let's see how you like being embarrassed, alright? Let's see how the 'man of the house' deals with humiliation. Hey, everyone, look! We're having another fight! Big surprise, isn't it? My dad walked in on me having sex with my boyfriend! Crazy, right?”

  Logan clenched his jaw and glanced around the neighborhood. A close-knit community brought many benefits, such as friendship and security. However, close-knit communities also bred nosy neighbors. From his front lawn, he could see a few neighbors peeking out their windows. Some even stood on their porches and watched the commotion from afar.

  Logan turned towards his daughter and said, “Listen, I'm sorry about all of this. I might have been a little too aggressive. I get it. It's... It's just something I don't want in my house. That's not the way you should be acting, okay? That's all. Now, let's talk about this inside like civilized people.”

  Ashley huffed and shook her head, amazed by her father's half-assed apology – stunned by his gall. She glanced around the neighborhood, peering through the darkness of the night. She had an audience and she planned on offering some entertainment – at her father's expense.

  She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “He says that's not the way I should act! I shouldn't be having sex in my own home. Well, it's probably because he doesn't have the sex drive of a normal person!”

  “Watch your mouth, Ashley.”

  Ashley glared at her father and shouted, “That's why my mom won't touch him! He can't get it up like my boyfriend! And, when he does, it's small and pathetic!”

  Logan barked, “Shut your damn mouth! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! You–”

  Disregarding her father's tirade, Ashley giggled and strolled back into her home. She had accomplished her mission. She made her father crack in public. She couldn't help but smirk as she marched back to her bedroom, smug.

  Logan sighed in disappointment, then he waved at his neighbors – everything's under control. At heart, he knew it was not true. He had lost control of his daughter long ago and he was struggling to find a way to steer her in his preferred direction. He could only stare down at his bare feet, disappointed and humiliated.

  Chapter Two

  The Morning After

  Children chattered and sprinted outside, ready to continue their summer of fun and exploration. Parents departed in their quiet sedans, continuing their monotonous days of excessive work. A cool breeze carried the heavenly scent of pungent coffee, fluffy scrambled eggs, and crisp bacon through the kitchen window, wafting the aroma through the entire house.

  Logan leaned on the kitchen counter with his back to the open window. He vacantly stared at the kitchen table, lost in his thoughts. His son sat at the table, loudly slurping his cereal from a spoon. His wife, Jane Collins, sat beside their son, wiping his face and fixing his hair. Her lips flapped, she babbled about something, but the man couldn't hear a word.

  The humiliation from the night prior clung to the back of his mind. The sheer embarrassment sat on his shoulders and burdened him. He was a naturally stern man, but he was unusually glum and serious. He wasn't himself.

  Jane glanced over at Logan. She frowned upon noticing his emotional absence. She was not reliant on her husband for everything, but she looked at him as a pillar of strength. When he was strong and confident, she could conquer the world and trump her fears. However, if he were distant and despondent, then she could crumble at a moment's notice.

  Jane sighed as she stared down at herself. She wore a blue floral pattern dress and matching house slippers. Her legs and arms were vascular, veiny like a lean weightlifter. She had a few wrinkles, too. Her crows' feet were especially evident. Middle-aged, she was aging naturally. The fact did not stop her from feeling old and useless. She didn't have the 'pep' to enliven her husband.

  Breaking the glum mood, Calvin turned towards his father and asked, “Can I have some money to go to the movies today?”

  “Wha–What?” Logan stuttered as he snapped out of his trance.

  “I said: can I have some money to go to the movies? Please? Everyone's going.”

>   “Yeah, sure.”

  Logan dug his hand into his work pants' pocket, then he retrieved his wallet. His wallet was filled with a twenty-dollar bill, a five-dollar bill, a few credit cards, and plenty of lint. Unfortunately, money was tight, so he couldn't spare much for his son.

  He slid the five-dollar bill across the kitchen table and said, “Enjoy.”

  Calvin bit his bottom lip as he reluctantly accepted the crisp bill. His disappointment was blatant, but he tried to keep a steady face. He knew about his father's insecurities and he didn't want to cause any trouble. Still, he couldn't help but speak out.

  Calvin smiled and said, “I don't think this is enough for a ticket, dad.”

  Logan furrowed his brow and puckered his lips, playing along. He responded, “Really? Well, maybe you can rent something and watch a movie at a friend's house instead.”

  “They're all going to the theater, though...”

  “Sorry about that, buddy. Try sneaking in. I used to do it all the time when I was your age.”

  Jane wagged her finger at her son and said, “Don't listen to your father, Cal. He's just kidding. If you sneak in, they'll make you scrub the floors, then I'll have to come pick you up. Just rent a movie or do something else, okay? Don't be a troublemaker. Understood?”

  Calvin took another bite of his cereal and slowly nodded. Sneak in, he thought, I can do that. Of course, he wouldn't tell his mother about his trouble-making. Confessing before committing a crime was downright ridiculous to any criminal with half a brain. Fortunately, the boy's entire brain was intact.

  Logan glanced at the archway to his left. He could see the living room and the front door. He heard the creaky staircase to the right of the archway – Ashley was approaching. He placed his mug on the counter, then he briskly walked through the archway. As expected, he bumped into his daughter before she could reach the door.