Ashley ✓

Fourty-Six | GTA

SOTC: WEEDKILLER by Ashnikko

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"Come on, I know you're up there!"

Summer called this out as I rose to my knees and then my feet. It's then she continued:

"And you know what I want, too, so please be cooperative. I don't want to hurt anybody." I heard another muffled cry from Fedor as she proceeded, "Besides your foster brother, anyway."

I crept down the stairs, her slap of the thighs echoing throughout the house. "Listen, I know what Mustafa and everyone has told you about me and the conditions I was raising my son in," she followed afterward, "They're all lies. I did not raise Xavier in a crack house. Okay, we were doing powdered cocaine, which is less worse than crack in the lens of physical and psychological damage. The police found him in a kiddie pool, not a tub— though that's what I was told. You know what? It's ambiguous. The thing that was true was the touchy touch thing, and when I found out, we kicked the perpetrator out of the house. Mostly because they weren't paying rent, though.

"I'll spare you the rest of the details. Just please give me my baby boy back."

By that time she'd finished that statement, I was inching down the hallway behind her. This allowed me to witness the back of her head throwing back as she expressed, "You know, I really hate talking to myself. Come down here or call out. I know the Ashley Walker isn't shy. I'm her biggest fan."

For a moment, all one could hear was the time on the microwave shifting to a minute later.

"BITCH, WHERE THE FUCK ARE—"

But I'd already tackled her from behind, her scream right in my ear as I clasped both my hands over the gun. My pointer finger snaked right over the trigger to shoot at the glass cabinets ahead, except the silence of no other bullets proceeded.

"Well, that eliminated ninety percent of my worries," I said. "More like ninety-five."

Summer practically roared, and the cat fight began. Her back charged me into the wall, the impact of the pin stunning me just as she whipped around, but I'd bashed my foot into her stomach from close range within the second. She'd flown backwards into the sink with a curse louder than mine, clutching her stomach prior to a knife lying on a cutting board. I came after her, dodging the directions she swung the blade right until it slashed my arm. But my foot jabbed her in the bent kneecap at the time I'd clasped that shoulder with a cry. However, because I suck ass at street fighting, I'd committed this jab wrong, resulting in her grabbing of my shirt to pin me against the sink.

"You put up quite a fight, you little slu— OW!"

Summer clasped her eyes right as I gassed them with spray-on dish soap. Her hand fumbled for the faucet handle upon forcing her away. This gave me enough time to snatch a visibly startled Xavier from the guest bedroom's crib and make a clean break to the garage, Fedor's keys in hand. His car always contained a booster seat due to a certain father always leaving one there, so I strapped him in prior to strapping myself into the driver's seat. I'd barely adjusted by the time I'd nearly slammed through the garage door in reverse when it hadn't gone fast enough for me.

But just as I had commenced my streaking into the road's sunset glow, I witnessed Summer throw herself into her Bronco through the rear view mirror to start after me.

And start after me the bitch did.

Buzz! Buzz!

I peered down to find my phone vibrating with an  unknown number, a call I answered by sliding accept.