Of Alan & Austin | Cashby

•Chapter 32

Alan Ashby's Perspective

When your heart drops to your stomach of guilt, pain, anxiety..anything really. Just that feeling. The feeling that you know nothing is going to be okay, that everything is terribly wrong.

The feeling that you know decides your fate.

That's how I felt when I opened a text message from 'Aaron'. It said Come get him. You have 4 hours. -Black

I stopped dead in my tracks, staring down at the text message as Austin happily walked ahead of me, until he laughed and didn't hear me. "Alan?" He turned around and he was a good distance ahead of me. "Alan.." He walked closer and I just collapsed. I let tears fall hard as my thoughts ran wild. "Alan!" Austin ran to me, throwing himself down next to me. "Al, look at me." He said calmly. I sniffled and sobbed then looked up at him as a horrid mess. "What's wrong, Kitten?" He rubbed his thumb tenderly across my cheek wiping away the tears and when his hand left my face, I was cold.

"T-the-they're gon-gonna h-hurt him." I sobbed out.

"Hurt who?"

"Aaron. They're gonna hurt Aaron." I whispered as tears continued to slip down my puffy cheeks.

"I don't-" Austin began speaking, but was cut off by my text tone. It was a picture message, I unlocked my phone and the messaged popped up. It was a picture of Aaron tied to a chair with bruises all over his face and body, he was bleeding so much. I gagged looking at the picture then dropped my phone in a fit of sobs.

"No. No. No. No." I yelled. "No. No. No. No." I continually yelled it. "I'm done! They can hurt me. They can do whatever the fuck they want to me! But they don't touch people I care about!" I looked up at Austin and gripped his shirt. "They don't hurt you, they don't hurt your friends, they don't hurt my friends! I'm gonna kill them. If I can't kill them I'm going to die trying." I looked up at Austin who had an evil smirk on his face.

"Let's die trying, together." He tugged me close kissing me harshly, biting down on my lip then pulled away. "Let's kick some ass."

"I need to call some old friends. You should call your Mexican buddies."

"Why?"

"They're like in some killing business." I wave my hand in the air thinking he already knew this.

"What! We are in fucking high school-" I cut him off. "I'm a stripper/prostitute. We are getting threatened and my friend could die. A couple people are basically mafia members and half of us are gay and take it up the ass. None of this is normal when you're in high school." He nods and then chuckled. "What?"

"You get fucked in the ass by me." I rolled my eyes and shoved him.

How do I love this weirdo again?

Authors note:
HEY SORRY IT TOOK MY FOREVER PROCRASTINATING! I LOVE YOU, HOPEFULLY YOU GUYS/GIRLS ARE STILL HERE!!! Xoxo, Alexx