I'm back. Honestly these last few years have not been nice and I've struggled with a lot and now we have got these viruses. Doesn't look like its goanna be getting better anytime soon but it has given me some time to myself and I've decided to try and get back into fanfiction so here is the next chapter, I will try and update every weekend hopefully. Thanks for all the review and hopefully I've not lost everyone and that I still have loyal readers.

Keeping in control

"What did you want to be when you were young?" Vernon questioned Carl. They were both still in the Basement sitting down. Vernon was exhausted, knowing that every Saturday for 2 month's was most likely going to end up like this.

Carl leaned back as he thought to when he was a kid and what exactly he wanted to be when he grew up. "When I was a kid, I wanted to be John Lennon."

Vernon groaned as he glared at Carl. "Carl, don't be a good. I'm trying to make a serious point here. I've been teaching for 22 years. Each year, these kids get more and more arrogant." Carl took a sip from his coffee as he listened to Vernon complain. Carl had worked there for couple of years and he watched these kids but most of the times it wasn't the kids' fault, the way they acted. It was mostly always down to their parent's, the way they let their children do what they wanted or the way they treated them at home.

Kids are arrogant no matter what and with Vernon teaching for 22 years, Carl expected him to be used to it.

"Bullshit, man" Shaking his head "Come on, Vern. The kids haven't changed, you have" Carl remember when he first started here, Vernon had been professional with his work and would never dare go round and hit a student but now Vernon had changed and Carl mostly blamed his wife, he knew what she got up to with Ashley's parent's and only if he could take Ashley away from them, he would do it in a heart beat. "You took up teaching because you thought it would be fun right, thought you could have summer vacations off? Then you found out it was actually work and that really bummed you out. Also, anyone can see there been problems with you and your Lady. We all know you have had problems for a while"

Vernon shook his head as he let out a tired sigh. "These kids and my wife turned on me. They all think I'm a big fucking joke."

"Come on! Listen Vernon, if you were 16, what would you think of you, uh?"

"Hey, Carl, you think I give one rat's arse what these kids think of me?

"Yes. I do." Carl nodded as he rested his feet on the small table that was in the basement.

"You think about this. When you get old, these kids…When I get old, they're going to be running the country." The thought of kids like Bender or Summer's running the country or looking after him. It sent a shiver down his spin. "Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. That when I get older, these kids are going to take care of me?"

"I wouldn't count on it." Carl announced as he chuckled at the thought of Ashley looking after Vernon, she would most likely push him into the ocean the first chance she gets.

All six of them were sitting in a circle on the upper landing. Ashley was sitting between John's leg as she leaned back against his chest ignoring the Glare that seemed to be permanent on Claire face who was sitting opposite them while Allison, Andrew and Brain were leaning against the railing.

They were currently asking each other on what they would do with their lives if they had a million bucks. It was currently Andrew turn to answer. "What would I do for a million bucks?" He questioned Claire as he stared above them, Ashley guess he was probably trying to picture himself holding a million bucks and exactly would he would do to keep it. "I guess I'd do as little as I had to"

Ashley was bored, Claire had been the one to start this off and it looked like even John and Brian were bored, Ashley couldn't figure out if Allison was bored as well as she seemed to only have eyes for Andrew at that currently moment. She wished she had a million bucks, or at least enough to the point where she could leave home and start a new life somewhere else without the constant fear of being in her own home.

"That's boring" Claire's annoying voice broke her from her thoughts. I don't understand why she is even asking, she probably already has a million bucks. Well her family most likely does. Ashley sighed as she turned slightly to make herself more comfortable when a slightly pain shot from her side. She could only assume that she had bruised a rib.

Ashley didn't know how her life changed all because of a Saturday. Before she entered this school, she had no friends and avoided everyone while trying to avoid her parents as well as Vernon and it seemed like she couldn't do any. Her parent's found her, Vernon found her and she guessed she made at least four friends, well three friends and her man. Claire was in-between.

"I'd do that" Ashley blinked as she stared at Allison, it seemed like she had blanked out as she had no idea on what them three were talking about but it seemed like she wasn't the only one to blank out from their conversation as she tilted her head to see John staring at the far wall but what worried her was the determination that was on his face. "I'll do anything sexual." That seemed to of pulled John from his thoughts which caused Ashley to shake her head.

"I don't need a million dollars." Allison continued once she realised she had grabbed everyone's attention.

"You're lying." Claire stated as she rolled her eye's.

"I already have" Allison declared, shrugging. "I've done just about everything except a few things that are illegal." Ashley smirked her eye's flickering between Andrew, Claire and Brian. It seemed they were actually believing this, if only they knew the truth but Ashley wasn't sure if Allison would let them know or not. "I'm a nymphomaniac."

The silent's that followed after that statement was amusing for Ashley, until Claire snapped. "Liar!"

"Are your parents aware of this?" The concern that was in Brian voice made Ashley smile, he was a sweet kid.

"The only person I told was my shrink."

"What did he do when you told him?" Andrew asked.

"He nailed me." Ashley grimaced even if it was most likely lie, just the thought of someone easily giving themselves up. If she had a choice she would of preferred to keep her innocents and actually give to someone she loves and cherished but instead it was ripped away from her by her parents. There was clear disgust on Claire face while Brian sat there with his mouth slightly parted and Andrew just continued to stare at Allison. "I don't think what he did can be construed as rape, since I paid him"

John's arms tightened round Ashley as he felt her flinched as Allison continued speaking. To him the were all their very own wacko's.

"He's an adult."

"Yeah" Allison nodded with a smug look. "He's married, too"

"Uggg" They watched as Claire seemed to wipe away invisible first on her skirt. "Do you have any idea how disgusting that is?"

"The first few times…."

"First few times? Meaning you did it more than once?"

"Sure"

"Are you crazy" Claire questioned, wondering if Allison was even safe to be around, Claire thought Allison was full on wacko.

Brian shook his head before turning to look at Claire. "Obviously she crazy, if she's screwing her shrink."

Allison leaned forward suddenly, her eyes catching Claire. "Have you ever done it?"

"Didn't we already cover this?" Everyone could see that Claire was trying to get out of answering the question and Ashley couldn't blame her but with all the glares the princess had been giving her all evening, there was no way she was going to help even if there was a part of her that felt sorry and guilt.

"You never answered" John spoke, his chest vibrating at each word. It calmed her, hearing his voice considering he had been silent for a while now.

"Look, I'm not discussing any of my private life with total strangers"

"It's a double-edged sword, isn't it"?

"A what?"

Ashley was lost in her thoughts again, not bothered to pay attention to whether or not Claire was a virgin but the whole conversation was brining back memories, or a memory that she tried so hard to bury.

Ashley had been laying in bed for over an hour trying and hoping that sleep would come and take her away. It has been peaceful in her house for the last couple of days but that was what was keeping her up. Her parents were up to something. Normally at least five times a week they would use her as a punching bag and then she would have to spend over an hour the next day making sure all the bruises were covered.

She hadn't seemed them since she turned 15 four days ago and it worried her, not that something might of happened to them but what they were planning for her. They only left her allow to rest because they needed her in top condition for their plan.

It was to the point where they were not even coming home. Normally every night they would bring home two others and if she was lucky, few nights only one person so they could share but still, they never bothered keeping quiet. Their voices screaming out as loud as they could possible with their bed banging against her wall. It was very thin walls but last four days nothing. To the point where she was reminded on what decent sleep was.

She had been so lost in her thoughts about her parent's that she had failed to hear the door slamming opening, until two dirty hot hands snatched her wrist's as what felt like rope was tied around her wrists and against her bed board. The figure who had tied her arms stood back and in the moon light that shined thought her small little window she was able to see her father, Sean standing there with a sinister smile.

Ashley was frozen, her hands tied above her head as she stared at her father, panic kicked in when her father moved to her feet with another lot of rope in his hands. Kicking out as soon as he laid a hand on her feet, she managed to kick him in the stomach caused her father to stumbled back before tripping. Yanking on the rope as hard as she could but they didn't budge.

Her father had righted himself up and the sinister look was gone now there was pure fury on his face and Ashley didn't wait a second before screaming as loud as possible. Her scream was cut short as pain erupted from her noise and a loud crack echoed thought-out the room. Crying at the pain from her broken nose and for whatever was going to happen to her. The feel of something being shoved into her mouth muffled any noise she tried to make and she had been so focused on the pain and the piece of fabric that was in her mouth that it gave her father time to tie up her legs.

Struggling as Ashley tried to yank her arms and legs from the rope's as she cried out only squeaks escaping from the sock that was hanging from her mouth. Her parent's had never gone to this extreme of beating her up and she wondered if this was going to be her last day.

If only she knew, she would of rather die that day but sadly that was not her choice at that moment.

The sound of her father laughing was like the sound of the devil. Trying to cry for help only seemed to amuse the father even more as he leaned against the wall watching his pathetic daughter struggle against the bindings. Sean couldn't understand how someone that had his genes be so weak and pathetic, it was embarrassing but not for much longer. He could hear his wife downstairs' with their guest.

His wife was prepping their guest, encase his daughter wasn't as good as she need to be which meant that him and his wife would be having their own fun tonight as well. Sean had already prepped the belt, whip and fire poker which were all currently laid out on his bed waiting for his daughter to disappoint him again.

The stair's creaked, making Sean turn his head to the bedroom door to see his wife and his co-worker, Mark. Is had taken them longer to decided on who would deflower their daughter and Mark was the perfect one. They had been willing to pay but Mark only wanted to shag someone so it worked out for both of them.

Sean wrapped an arm round his wife's waist before they walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door and leaving Mark and Ashley alone as they made their own way to their bedroom to have their own fun.

Ashley stared at the unknown man who stood in front of her closed bedroom door. What was her parent's up to and who was this stranger that stood in from of her bed. She watched silently, Her face damp from her tears and the blood that was leaking from her broken nose, as the stranger moved closed towards her before he grabbed a hold of her chin, Brown eye's staring into her own, only his were gleaming.

His hand moved down her body, making her feel sick and it all clicked on what her parent's were up to when his hand dipped into her pyjamas bottoms and the worst thing, his hand didn't stop.

That was the day everything changed and not for the good. She was tied up to the bed for so many days she lost count. It didn't help that the pain didn't leave and the man who she found out his name was Mark. He took her when he wanted and each night he never left. There was no peace for Ashley and whenever she did manage to get some sleep, she would be roughly woken up by Mark slamming into her. It was the worst pain she had ever experience and she would rather have her parents punishing her then this pain.

It was the day she wished she died.

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