The next morning, when Ashley is in the kitchen making breakfast, the doorbell rings.
It’s her brother, and he asks if she’s all right.
She smiles and says, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
They talk for a few minutes, and Ashley tells him she’s just got to get her things and go.
She goes back to the kitchen and shuts the door.
She doesn’t say goodbye, just hangs up.
She gets up to go to the laundry room, but the laundry is in disarray, and the dryer has fallen on the carpet.
She rushes to it, and it’s full of dirty clothes.
She runs into her sister, who’s also there.
She tells her to put it away, but she won’t do it.
Ashley says, “‘Don’t tell me what to do.’”
She takes the clothes out of the dryers and starts to clean.
She notices her sister washes the laundry in a bowl, and she says, ‘Don’t worry, we’re going to do this for you.’
“The two girls have a little talk, and they decide to get some rest.
Ashlyn asks her sister if she can have a drink.
She looks at her in the mirror, and there’s a big, beautiful bruise on her cheek.
Ashlee says, It’s not a bruise.
She says, I know.
She asks her to take a picture of it and upload it to Instagram.
That night, Ashley goes to her bedroom to take off her dress and socks.
She removes her bra and thong, and puts on a bra and panties.
She puts on her favorite pair of panties, and starts feeling them up.
They look like the kind of panties you wear to church, she says.
“But this is not the thong that I’m wearing right now.” “
I can tell that they’re thongs,” she says as she takes a photo.
“But this is not the thong that I’m wearing right now.”
She says she’s wearing a thong because she loves the feel of the material.
Ashly’s sister comes out to help her.
“They’re not wearing thongs right now, are they?”
Ashley asks.
“No,” she answers.
“What are they wearing?”
“A thong,” she tells Ashlee.
“It’s just a thonk.”
She tells Ashley that her sister will help her get her stuff out.
She also says, You can take care of it.
She takes a towel and starts wrapping it around her thigh.
She tries to cover her feet, but there’s no water on them, so she has to go out and wash them.
She’s worried that if she walks out of there, someone will get hurt.
“Do you think I should come out to the house?
I don’t want to get hurt,” she asks.
Her sister says, No, you don’t.
You’re good, and you’re going back to school.
“You’re a good girl, and I know you’re good at this stuff,” Ashley replies.
She decides to stay at her sister’s house for a little while.
But her mother is worried.
“She’s scared that I don’st think she can get it done,” Ashlee’s mom says.
The next day, Ashlyn goes to the doctor and tells her mother that she can’t go out because she has a bruisure.
She went to the dermatologist the next day and got a bruiure on her arm, but it didn’t look severe.
Ash’s mother says, She’s going to have to go see her doctor and get some more tests.
“Are you going to see him?”
Ashlyn’s mom asks.
She said, “I’m not going to.”
She asks Ashlyn to get out of bed.
Ashlynn goes out, and soon, her mother sees her.
She is crying.
She was crying because she didn’t want anyone to see her.
When Ashlynn came in, her mom says, Ashlynn, you’re not going out.
Ashylyn says, But what if it doesn’t go away?
“I don’t care what happens to you,” she responds.
“How about I go out with you?”
“It could hurt.”
Ashlyn says she doesn’t care about her mother’s feelings.
She wants to go back to her school and get a new pair of pants.
Ash is crying because her mother isn’t going to let her go back out there.
“There’s no way to protect you from anything, mommy,” she said.
Ash tells her mom she doesn.
She leaves the house, and a short time later, she gets into a cab with her mother.
Ash gets out of her car and says to her mom, “You know, you should have known better than to let me go out like that.”