"You don't have to come with me. Honestly, it'll just be a second. I just have to go talk to someone."
Ashton looks at me, a sincere smile, trying not to worry me.
It'd been a week since Ashton had told me about his "work" and I had been by his side nonstop.
His curls are pulled back by a black bandana, and his eyes hidden by black sunglasses.
He was the literal epitome of an all black clothing store.
He said he was here to have a simple 'meeting'. But here we are, 3 am, just sitting in Destiny, while Ashton looks like he's in fucking spy mode. Then there's me, I look like a complete mess.
My hair looks like a rats nest of a bun, I'm wearing one of Ashton's large button up flannels, and a pair of joggers, not to mention slippers.
I slightly nod towards Ashton.
"Okay, go in and out, quick as possible, if you're not back in ten minutes, I'm calling the cops and exposing this shit."
Ashton laughs, and leans forward kissing my forehead.
"If you expose this shit, then you can not move in, and forget about me telling you what happened to my parents. Wait, why did you even want to move in with me?"
I look at him quietly, and pretend to zip up my lips and throw away the key.
"I can't take much of my mom anymore. She's gotten so much worse. She barely even notices I haven't been home."
He leans forward and plants a light kiss on my lips.
I place my hands on his cheeks and hold him there for a moment.
"Okay."
His black t-shirt, tight against his chest, and his black pants, riding low on his hips.
God I'd miss him too much if I turned him in.
"Okay, I'll be right back. Stay here and watch Destiny."
I nod and he opens his door, stepping out and then shutting it behind him.
We're at an old factory, and there's nothing around but old trees and abandoned homes.
The sky is still dark, with signs of a full moon.
I sit quietly, the clock reading 3:12.
Okay Lake, 15 minutes, you can do this.
|~*~|
I glance down at the clock.
3:27.
He should be back any moment.
No one has walked in or out of the building since Ash walked through.
I pull back my sleeves and look at my wrist, the scars starting to slowly fade. Ashton hadn't ever noticed them, but, I know I need to tell him. He's told me so much.
"I haven't touched my parents room since they died. That picture is the only thing I clean in there. A daily reminder to not quit fighting."
Ashton's words ring through my mind.
I'm completely spaced out, my arms still exposed when I hear a door shut, and footsteps approaching the car.
I look up and I see Ashton walking towards me.
All of a sudden I hear a loud bang, almost like a gunshot, and I'm screaming.
Ashton falls to the ground, blood pouring from a hole in his chest.
