☀ Blank Space || Cashby

Zero

Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't been updating, I've been very stressed lately and I trust you all on here. I have been having problems with my family lately, my father in particular who I hope I am still very close to. I have chosen to live with my grandma for a while because of the fact he has a poor taste in women. She in fact not only stole items of mine, she also convinced my dad to neglect my poor dog and left him without food. I got extremy upset and when I confronted him about it, he kept referring his dominance, which was very unnecessary but I hope I can move back in before school starts, or somewhat like that before Christmas. I love him to death, but I've gained weight because of it and I can't live like that. I did call him and he is feeling good and this going to clear up in no time! :) gotta stay positive! So, I feel a lot better and I love you all, and now I shall post this new into to an amazing story of mine!

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Intro:

Austin liked causing trouble ever since he was a little kid, at least that's what his dad admitted to him. It's not like it really surprised him, but he wouldn't be proud to say he jinxed himself after all.

The thought of getting in trouble gave the man an adrenaline rush, and when he got that feeling as a young kid and did stupid shit, he didn't care who was yelling at him to stop, who was watching; only care if he felt free.

It started off in middle school, when a small group of boys who seemed rough went up to Austin and started to always make fun of how his legs looked and how pale he was. It made him hate his appearance for a while, until the bullying eventually tired everyone out, and Austin's bullies started to become his close friends. It was fun until his junior year of highschool, where everyone tried promising each other they were going to stay friends forever and all that cheesy shit.

Austin tried to keep the friends he had close, yet when he wanted to hang out, they always wanted to do something out of character, not like them. He didn't understand why they acted strange, but eventually he allowed himself to blend in with them.

Like for example, the year 2015 and he's now 27 years old. People would think by the time they were past the age of 25 their lives would be settled down and everything, but no, not for Austin.

He didn't know what he was getting himself into.

One day when Austin and his buddies were having a few drinks down town in a bar and grill called Richards, he met a man he had never met before; Ronnie Radke. He was a shady character, yet his friends were fond of him and Austin was convinced there was nothing wrong with him.

Oh, how very wrong he was.

Somehow in someway he was dragged to a warehouse in an abandoned part of the pier by the river on a cold, rainy night. Cars that weren't reconizable were scatted everywhere, and as his friends, Ronnie and him went inside, they were met with an angry group of large men.

Ronnie had promised a large bag of cash were to be sent to, what he presumed, a gang of some sort in a small amount of time, yet Austin could sense a small ounce of nervousness; like something was going to happen.

Austin couldn't remember clearly what happened next- one moment Ronnie and the other men had each other by the throats, and the others were pulling them a part, but they ended up pulling out guns.

It all happened too fast, way too fast.

Austin couldn't breathe as smoke filled his lungs, finding himself laying on the ground and struggling to try and twist around to see what had happened.

His heart had dropped low in his chest as he heard the faint sailing of police sirens. Austin never had gone to jail, prison- whatever, before. He didn't plan on it, but when he went to get up, he fell back to the ground in pain, noticing he was shot in the hip.

Bullets were scattered amongst the cold hard floor, blood as well.

Austin had allowed the crowd of officers to help him to a safe place near the ambulance, sending him to the hospital as they investigated the scene. Hoping for a moment of peace, he was disturbed by the piece of news an officer brought as his partner also came into Austin's room with him.

'Austin Carlile?'

'Yes, sir?'

'Our men have investigated the scene of which you have came from...'

'Oh? What does this have to do with me?'

The police officer sighed, and his partner snorted as he held up a pair of handcuffs, dangling them as Austin's eyes grew huge.

'You're going to prison.'