After my mother had finished spewing her venomous words, she and my father turned and left without saying anything more. Once they were gone, Asher gripped the handles of my wheelchair and steered me back to my hospital room. Gently, he lifted me from the chair and lowered me down onto the bed. We
I couldn’t believe my ears. Asher was a child of rape? I held him as close as I could, offering him the comfort of my closeness. He brushed his fingers through my hair. “After I was born, my mother ignored me. Sometimes I wonder if she hated me. I was alone most of the time. Chase and I spent some
I never should have apologized. I knew as soon as I said it, that he misinterpreted it as a rejection. “Asher,” I began, ready to explain myself better, but he simply kissed me again. “It’s okay,” he said, though it made my heart break. “But I do… I have… I just…” My thoughts were a scat
The next day, Asher and I met my parents at the agreed upon restaurant off-campus. They were already present, seated on one side of a four-person table near the window. Asher held my hand as we walked across the restaurant to join them. I sat opposite my mom, and he sat opposite my dad. They bot
Asher squeezed my hand, offering support. “I will never give up on my dreams. I will make something of myself, and I will do it on my own. I will not hold Asher back, but carry myself forward to walk at his side. And my baby is going to have a great life full of love and happiness.” I blinke
For the remaining few days before the transfer exam, I spent all my free time cram studying in the dorm room I shared with Asher. I was trying very hard not to over worry. I knew I needed to stay very calm for the sake of the baby. Asher was doing his best to assist me. Occasionally, he woul
He moved between my opened knees and placed his hands on my thighs. “Is my good girl going to let me taste her?” he asked, voice low and lust-rough. I nodded so hard, my neck hurt. He chuckled lightly as he helped me undo my pants. Then, slowly, he pulled them down my legs, exposing me t
When my phone rang, I expected the worst. Another belittlement by my parents. A notice from the investigators. A threat from Joseph. Asher moved with me, never leaving my side as I approached my purse and removed my phone. It wasn’t a text, but an email. The email was from the Academy, a reminder