Chemical Love (Craig Mabbitt Fanfic)

Chapter 24

*Anastasia’s POV*

I woke up to talking coming from the other room. I felt a body next to me and I snuggled closer to me. Then I realised everything that happened last night and that I was snuggling into Ashley not Craig. I slept in Ashley’s bunk last night because I wanted to give Andy a break. I lifted my head up and looked at Ash to see he was still asleep. I looked around for my phone and saw it sticking it out from underneath Ashley’s chest. I rolled my eyes and pushed him off the bunk.

‘Ah, what the fuck Anastasia?’ he rubbed his back as he stood up. That probably hurt a bit since his bunk was the top. Oh well, I know what it’s like. I shrugged at him.

‘You were on my phone,’ I replied casually checking for messages. I had one from Craig.

I love you, be careful and goodnight xoxo

A smile flickered on my face. I got up kicking Ashley out of the way in the process.

‘Would you stop hurting me?’ he asked rubbing his ribs where I kicked him.

‘Nope,’ no emotion was in my voice. I gathered my things up and walked out to the front room. ‘I’m going to go back before we start moving. Thanks for letting me stay,’ I hugged all the boys goodbye while I received some ‘hope your OK’s. I got to Andy last.

‘I couldn’t thank you enough Andy. For always being there for me. This isn’t the first time you’ve been my saviour and I don’t think it’ll be the last,’ I kissed his cheek and walked off the bus. I got back to the ETF bus and sighed. Craig was the first to approach me and engulf me in a hug. I weakly hugged back before he pulled away and frowned.

‘Guys, I have to go back to Chicago. I’ll catch the next flight back. I’ll come back once everything is sorted,’ I explained and everyone nodded in understanding.

‘I’ll come with you,’ Emily said. I said a small OK and we began packing our things. We didn’t pack everything since we won’t be gone that long. The buses had to start going to the next venue so Emily and I walked 10 minutes to the airport after saying our goodbyes. Everyone looked so sad and sympathetic. I hated it; it made me feel weak.

We got our tickets and went through the gates. A few minutes later we were on the plane to Chicago. We didn’t say much to each other since I didn’t want to talk. I looked out the window as a tear slid down my cheek and we took off.

*Back at Chicago*

Emily and I grabbed our suitcases and haled a cab. I told the driver my address and I had to hold back tears. The closer we got to my house the more nervous I became. I was afraid of what this letter would say. My father always insulted me, never physically abused me, but always broke down my confidence. I was snapped out of my trance when Emily snapped her fingers in front of my face.

‘We’re here,’ she explained. I actually focused on my surroundings and she was right. I paid the cab driver, grabbed my stuff and realised that a few cops were already here. Why are they already here? Did they know when I would be here? A female police officer walked up to me and Emily.

‘Are you Anastasia Paterson?’ I nodded not trusting my voice. ‘I’m Officer Stacy, the one that called,’ I nodded again.

‘This is Emily, my best friend and the one who answered my phone,’ I introduced them surprised my voice didn’t crack. They shook hands and Officer Stacy pulled out a folder.

‘I have some photos to show you if you want to see them. They show the scene so be prepared. Would you like to see them?’ I nodded holding back tears once again. She showed me three photos. One of the bathroom mirror that had ‘I’m sorry’ written in, what I guessed was, blood. I let out a sob and looked at the second.

This one showed my father. He was covered in blood and cuts, surrounded by pills, bottles and more blood. I noticed was clutching something. I looked closer and saw a picture of my family. Mum, dad, Alex and me when I was a baby. We were so happy then. I continued to cry as I threw the photos away from me. I couldn’t bear to look at the last one. I dropped to my knees and sobbed into my hands. Emily wrapped a comforting arm around my shoulders.

‘I am very sorry Anastasia but we have to go. Here is the letter from your father. I suggest you start planning the funeral,’ Officer Stacy said making me look up and nod. I dried my eyes a bit, stood up and thanked her. I unfolded the piece of paper that was spotted with blood. I took one glance and the tears came back. This wasn’t what I expected at all…nothing that has happened these few days were…

~OK! Sorry it took me so long to update :/ I've been really busy due to Easter and nearly losing my job. Anyway, I know it wasn't the best way to end the chpater but oh well. I've made it to ONE THOUSAND fucking reads! Holy shit thank you! Vote and comment-I love to hear your feedback!~