Ashley's pov
I walk out of the class, one of the bag straps securely on my shoulders as I bring it forward to search through it. I mumble something incoherent as my fingers fumble through endless papers.
"Crap." I groan as I stumble into a hard chest. I lost my footing and ended up tumbling on the floor. My knees hit the hard tiled floor and I grunt.
"s**t sorry."
I freeze, hearing the voice that currently haunts me at night. The voice of my attempted r****t. My heart thumps painfully as I clutch on to my bag for dear life. Peter's here.
Finding the courage, I finally stood up and lift my head to stare into his eyes. I'm not surprised to feel the crippling fear as the images of him pinning me down resurfaces in my head.
"Look Ashley-" He looks at me with regret etched on his face.
