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.

"Shit sorry."

I freeze, hearing the voice that currently haunts me at night. The voice of my attempted rapist. My heart thumps ...