He released me and I ran to my car. I was butt naked too. Speeding to the roads praying not to get pulled over. I was going to Danielle's or back 'home' if I could even call it that. I saw a sign that said speed limit 35 but I was racing at 73mph .
All I could think about was Ashton. He was always there for me. The car wreck, Tab giving birth, and even when we were drunk in bars he would always defend me against the bullies. Not that I gave a fuck what they said.
As seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours, I began to think I would never make it to Danielle's house but in reality only half an hour has pasted. As I come up on the long paved driveway to her majesty's manor , I began to clear my mind and think of a plan. Finally, I came up with this
I would go inside pack all my clothes, few belongings I wanted and go to my parents who lived in the middle on God only knows where, unannounced and ask them to help me. Im there child I'm fairly sure they'd let me stay with them after all I am there child.
So, the score is settled. that's my plan and I'm going to stick with it. I get out the car and run inside. I stop and listen. All, I hear is snoring so that must mean everyone's asleep. Good, I need that. I run up to my room carefully open the door and slip inside. As, I grab everything in sight from clothes to notebooks to antique jewelry. I had everything packed and was begging to think my plan was a success when Willow had woke up to go to the bathroom and came into my room to see that I was home.
"Autumn!" she whispered squealed
"Hey Willy go back to sleep." I silently tried to bark back
"Where ya been? we've missed you." she said
"Places? I gotta see my parents and I'll catch up with you when I get back okay?" I said trying to hurry the conversation along
"Okay" She groggily squealed back in joy
With that said I ran out to my car and pulled back out onto the road. All I can do is think. So I drove and thought Little does willy know that I'm not coming back. But if I told her that she would be heartbroken. As thoughts turn over into newer more recent thought about issue I begin to think about the journey. It's gonna take me 2, 3 days to get to Montana. Wow, I begin to think once again and I think that I should keep a log, diary, notebook, binder of some kind. So.that's exactly what I do.
Day 1:
Last nights sleep in my backseat wasn't to fantastic. My car is like my personal trash can and apparently it was the mechanic's too. I'm too tall to sleep in my backseat.
That and it didn't help that I wasn't tired at all. So, I walked around my car. Finally I sat on the trunk and watched people walk in and out of the Walmart. Until finally I fell out from pure exhaustion.
Day 2: I drove a little further today. I stopped in Iowa. Out in the middle of nowhere. I made a fire to keep warm but the warmness only reminded me of him. I couldn't stop it, block it out or control it. It was like my mind absolutely had to think of him. Next thing I know I'm broken down around the fire. Crying my eyes out. Screaming. As my sadness turns to anger, I begin to hit the ground while still crying.
" WHY? WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME HERE!!!!? ASHTON FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!!" I screamed. Silence was my response because he could not answer me. For he was dead.
"ASHTON YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE! ITS NOT RIGHT WE SAID WE'D GET THROUGH THIS TWISTED GAME TOGETHER! WELL WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!? ASHTON COME BACK! DON'T LEAVE ASHTON! HELP ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed out into the open. My throat was raw from screaming; I began coughing from crying so much. I began to calm down.
"Come back Ashton. Don't leave. Help me Ashton, Help me." I sobbed whispering that to myself all night until I fell out from emotional exhaustion.
Day 3: I woke up and got in my car , sped off to my parents house. The faster I got there ,the safer I would be. Luckily it only took me 5 hours to get there. It was 8am when I got there since I woke up at 3am.
I got out walked up to the door , only to be plagued by news reporters, cameramen, paparazzi, basically. I couldn't move or anything and not to mention I was being blinded by the flash of the cameras. So, I stood there cramped until the door opened and I was pulled inside.
"Autumn, these people have been asking for you and about you for the past week, dear." My mother said, hugging me.
"Yeah, sorry." I said hugging her back
"NO, My daughter does not want to be in a movie called Crimson Strides!" My dad said slamming the phone back on the hook.
"Dad actually-" I began before he cut me off
"No, Autumn say no more. We're just glad your okay." He said hugging me.
"Dad I've been waiting for that call for a while now." I said
"Oh." They said in unison.
"Well, it's too late now." I said plopping down on the couch.
The past few days have gone by pretty fast. consisting of hiding from paparazzi, taking jobs doing plays and tv series.
My dreams are finally coming true.
I was watching Tv the other day and saw that Hunter was captured and was took to prison , sentenced to a lifetime. They found Wilson's body and pronounce him dead. They found Ashton... He to was dead.
It was finally over.
I was finally safe.
But one thing I'll never forget is Ashton.
And one thing I'll never know is How he really felt about me.
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Falling in September
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