Ashley's pov
I tossed and turned, kicking off the blanket that wanted to shelter me in its warmth. Right now I didn't want it to, I wanted to sleep peacefully. But the image of Peter's rough hand on my body jolts me back awake.
Nausea instantly settled in my stomach, rolling in waves that prevented me from falling asleep. I remember feeling helpless, weak when he had pinned me under him. I knew that I wouldn't have been able to fight him off.
I remember the thin sweat that coated my skin, the way my heart pummeled painfully in my chest. It was protected by my breast bone yet I felt that it would've ripped through my chest. I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling.
It was night and everyone had gone to sleep already. Earlier I had missed having dinner with my family. I was too
