Asher

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 📍🇫🇷

It was summer the week before summer in France. School was almost out of session.

Your name was (𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑) 𝐃’𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞

You were a beautiful girl. You had brown long wavy hair, blue eyes, fair skin and pretty features. You were a French decent and was fluent in it. Though you understood English but spoke with an accent. You went to one of the top Schools. You were extremely brilliant and came from a rich home. It seemed as though you had it all.

Your parents loved you. They would do anything for you. And you were daddy's girl. A huge one.

You were 17. Now, you had a boyfriend, Carson. He was the total definition of douche bag. He was a big manipulator but you didn't see it. Blinded by love. He always used you. Made you do his homework, write his presentations, and boasted about dating the school's "queen" instead of actually loving you. You though, convince yourself that he did love you.

Sometimes, he'd want to have intimacy with you. Whenever you'd say no, he'd gaslight you into making you think you were a bad girlfriend. You ended up giving up your intimacy to him. Something you regret but can't be able to stand up for yourself.

You were feisty, but the dominance he exerted on you made you crumble. You couldn't find your voice. He also made you do a lot of stuff that you didn't want to do. Like drink, or take restricted gummies or d!ug$.

You had an enemy. Asher Wills. Well, not like you hated each other. You just never got along. He was more of a static than an antagonist. But he noticed. He noticed the way Carson treated you. And he didn't like it, not in the slightest.

Both Carson and Asher were in the same grade as you. One day though, Carson asked you to send pics to him. Yes. Those pics. You were scared he'd break up with you if you didn't so underthe pressure..you did. And of course, being the disgusting person he is, used your pics for his personal pleasure and also sent it to his friends.

You found out at school when you saw him show oneof his friends. You ran to the storage room, feeling defeated, exposed. You fell into your knees, crying, helpless. Asher had seen the whole thing. And he was ..shocked. he never expected it from you. The 'oh so perfect' rep. But, he knew it was a vulnerable situation. It could happen to anyone. So he decided to offer a hand. Though, not knowing what to end do. He walked into the storage and took a deep breath. He reached out a hand and laid it on your shoulder. You wanted to push him away, but you needed someone. Anyone to tell you it would be okay. So you got up and hugged him, crying into his shirt silently. He held you tight, knowing you needed someone.

"it's okay..let it out. He's..he's a piece of shit. you didn't deserve that"