It's been five days since I have last seen Ashton. Five long days since he...slapped me. I didn't think he was capable of doing that. Yes he was intimidating and scared a lot of people, but I actually thought he was different.
I can still remember his face. He looked so angry. That was Ashton's side that I wasn't fond of. Although I do remember when he was nice to be, but that wasn't often.
I fidgeted around in my seat at school as the clock ticked slowly dragging time out to a crawl. I just wanted to head home. I was tired by the constant bombardment I was faced with by Michael, Calum, Luke and Viviana. Ever since Ashton hadn't shown up at school I got closer with the boys, yet they wanted me to talk to Ashton. I didn't want to face him, not after what happened.
"Please Scarlett." Luke pleaded with me for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Don't you understand? Ashton hates me?" I turned away from him and started walking in the opposite direction. Luke groaned and quickly followed me.
"But... I think he will listen to you. Only you, you don't unders-"
"Look Luke...listen I-"
"No, you listen Scarlett, deny it all you want, but he does care about you." He interrupted me before turning and leaving me there alone in the hallway.
I sighed and thought it over. Maybe I should go and check up on him. I shrugged the thought away and finished the rest of the school day. Viviana never showed up after school, so I was left alone to walk home by myself. As I approached Ashton's house I stopped and looked at his front door. I turned and faced it contemplating if I should go or not. I began to walk towards the door and stopped as I was face to face with the wooden exterior. Flashbacks from that day when he hit me flashed through my mind, but I shook them quickly away before tears could fall.
I went to knock on the door but as my hand came in contact with the door it slowly opened, unlocked. I poked my head inside and looked around. I was about to call out Ashton's name when a cough sounded from my right. I moved into his house all the way and silently closed the door before moving into the room to my right.
"Hello?" I whispered as another cough sounded before I saw movement in the dark room.
"Ashton?"
"Help him." A voice croaked. It wasn't Ashton, this voice sounded younger.
"What do you mean?"
"Help him..."
The voice got small and I was startled when I heard a crash coming from farther in the house. My eyes went wide as I slowly went out of the room and began to move towards the noise cautiously.
As I moved towards the kitchen I noticed things on the ground: pots and pants, forks and spoons. I slowly bent down and grabbed a pan before moving farther into the kitchen. I almost gasped loudly as I saw Ashton bruised and better and tied up to a chair.
Tears made my vision hazy until I noticed another form in the room beside us. It was a man older than Ashton by many years. Something clicked at his side and I saw a revolver move up and towards Ashton. My thoughts were rash at that moment and I turned and slammed the pan into the mans head. All was quiet except the sound of my short gasps of air. I took the pan and hit him again.
The man stayed standing until he fell face first into the tile floor certainly breaking his nose. I quickly grabbed a knife, adrenaline pumping through my veins being the only thing keeping me steady on my feet. I knelt down by Ashton, his eyes glued to the man now unconscious on his kitchen floor. I cut off the ropes from Ashton's hands and slung an arm around him to keep him steady on his feet. My heart pounded in my chest. We had to hurry before the man regained consciousness and by the sounds of his moans it was going to be soon. We rushed out of the kitchen and towards the door before Ashton stopped me.
"Harry..."
I frowned before it connected.
"Can you stand?" He weakly nodded before I rushed into the room I had entered when I first entered his house.
"Harry?"
A cough sounded.
"Are...are you Harry?"
I heard movement coming from the kitchen and yelling.
"Harry please we have to go."
He still didn't respond. I bent down and lifted Harry up into my arms before returning to Ashton.
"Bag..."
I turned confused when I saw a bag hanging off the door handle. I quickly grabbed it before slinging an arm around Ashton and quickly helping them out of their house and rushing them towards my own. I fumbled with the key seeing the man running towards us down the block. I stuck in the key and pushed everyone inside before closing the door behind me and locking it, gently setting Harry down on the couch.
The man banged on the door, a stream of curse words leaving his mouth. I set Ashton in a chair and backed away from the door. I rushed towards the kitchen and grabbed my home phone calling 911 and telling the police everything that had happened.
