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Dear Diary,

I look at Andrew thinking he is joking. The look on my face must have gave the way I felt away because Andrew started to frown.

"Ashley, I'm serious. I have always loved you and I always will. I really do want to marry you. Please."

I turned my head and looked at the door, then looked at him. Making sure nobody was going to inturupt us.

"YES! YES! YES! Oh Andrew I would love to marry you!"

I grabbed Andrew and yanked him off the floor and kissed him roughly. He pushed me to the bed and got on top of me so that he could make a necklace of hickeys on my neck. Andrew has never pushed me into having sex with him and l love him for that, but I was ready. Even though I couldn't give him my virginity, I wanted to give him what I could.

As I was about to start unbuttoning my shirt she grabbes my hands.

"Not tonight."

"But, I'm ready. Why not?"

"Because your dad just abused you not longer then a couple of hours ago and plus your dad just pulled into the drive way."

I push him off of me and run to my window. Sure enough my dad is halfway parked on the driveway and is stumbleing up the driveway. I look at Andrew and I know there is fear in my eyes. He pulls me into a hug and tells me everything will be alright. My dad is going to kill him if he finds him in here.

The door slams we hear him trip over the the coffee table.

"FUCK! DAMMIT! ASHLEY GET YOUR FUCKING LAZY CUNT ASS DOWN HERE AND PICK UP THIS MESS!"

"Ok daddy." Maybe if I do what he says he won't hurt me.

I start to walk to the door when Andrew grabbes my arm. He pulls me toward him and kisses me deeply.

"I'll be fine." I say as I pull away for a breathe.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go down too."

"No he will hurt us both if he does."

I open my door and go downstairs. The coffeetable is on it's side and everything that was on it is now laying skattered on the floor. As I walk over to start to clean up, I feel him grab me back. He pushes me to the ground and slaps my face.

"Ow" I gasp. "Please don't do this to me. I will clean it up! I promise."

"Oh yeahhh riiight." His words are slurred and he is hard to understand.

I quickly crawl away and try to get up the stairs. I'm halfway up when I trip and fall. He laughes then approaches me where I lay on the floor.

I hear the stairs creek. I see the shadow. Andrew is making his way down the stairs.

"Andrew" I breathe.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE." My dad yells.

He steps back and trips over the upset coffee table again. This time he breaks one of the legs. He grabs it and throws it at Andrew. It lands two feet in front of him so he gets up and makes his way toward us. Just before he is about to punch Andrew in the face, Andrew gives him a right hook and pushes him into the couch. The couch flips with my dad still on it lands on top of him.

"Ashley, go get your stuff. You are staying at my house tonight. Pack everything you can." Andrew says still looking at my dad.

Sorry it took such a long time. I've been a little stressed
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