Maybe I should do more cliffhangers, it got everyone commenting!*devious smirk*
Bella's POV
"Get her out!" Ashton spat once more. This time, somebody decided to move. Calum grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the front door. A slam came from the kitchen, the previous room we'd been in, followed my screams and shrieks and more of Ashton's yelling as he slowly came towards me and Calum.
"I thought it would work," Ashton cried, "Im sorry, I'm so, so sorry Bella. I tried."
Ashton continued to apologize, grabbed my hand and leading me out the door well Calum lagged along and Luke seemed to quickly and almost completely sober up for a moment as he announced that he'd go find Michael.
"What's going on?" I whispered to Ashton in a hushed tone. Surprisingly, I wasn't giggling. I mean, it didn't seem like the proper situation to giggle in, but I'd been doing in the whole night.
"Calum, go back in there and get everyone out. Whoever can't get out, get them locked in a room. Bella and I will be down the street, our car will be close by to us. Run down there and find us." Ashton ordered, ignoring my question.
Maybe I said it too softly.
"WHATS GOING ON?" I yelled.
Ashton's eyes widened, he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth and I immediately licked in as if it was an instinct.
"Ew, Bella." He whispered yelled. He quickly wiped off his palm and grabbed my hand again, tugging me towards a car parked at the end of the driveway, half on the lawn and a bit dented.
"No more talking until we get into this car, understand?" He asked sharply. I shrugged and stumbled into the car when he pushed me in. He quickly slammed the door and ran off to the other side.
I looked over at the house and saw blurry figures waltzing there way out.
"Bye friends!" I giggled, waving through the glass. No one could see me, or was paying attention for that matter, but saying bye was nice.
Ashton didn't think so.
"Oh my god, you're so drunk!" He complained. I heard a click and realized he just locked the car door.
"Ooh, secret mission! Am I being kidnapped?" I asked like a little five year old, a happy little child.
"Help me!" I giggled, rolling down the window. "Oh no. I think I'm being kid-"
Ashton quickly smacked my hands away from the window and rolled it up.
"Bella, please stop."
Ash reached into the back, pulling something forward. It was crackers. He threw the package at me and told me to eat up and drink from a half drank water bottle that had been sitting in the cup holder for a long time.
"Food!" I squealed, tearing into the package and gulping down some water.
Ashton stayed quiet and very focused on the road. We finally came to the end of the street and he jerked his car to a stop on the side of the road near the curb.
"Out now," He demanded through his teeth, I nodded and stumbled out of the car as soon as he unlocked the door. I was grabbed when I got to the front of the car, a black sweatshirt was thrown over me and the hood was quickly yanked up onto my head.
Ashton dragged me across the street to a small alleyway, I actually remembered this. I lost a shoe here.
I quietly ducked down by the brick wall nearby a smelly dumpster where Ashton told me to sit. He sat next to me, anxiously playing with the end of his shirt.
