chains | ashton irwin

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Song of this chapter:
Robbers - The 1975

I watched as the trees became just a blur of colors as I zoomed past them. It reminded me of the simple aspect of life. How everything is just a blur because of how fast you pass them by. One minute you're learning how to tie your shoe. And the next you're 19 and questioning every footstep you make. It's pretty shitty if you ask me. Every morning you wake up and you're clueless as to what the day will consist of.

For example, today I woke up to the news that my 'boyfriend', Harry had ditched town.

"I suggest you get out town, also." He told me over the phone.

Around town Harry and I were known as the 'druggie duo'. He was the supplier, I was the dealer. I don't know how I ended up in this position. And it's not how I want to spend my life either. It's like he has me tied up in chains and I can't seem to break free.

I took Harry's advice and began packing my bags at only 9am, and am now on my way to the one place I knew I'd be safe and easily welcomed. The one place I had rode my bike all the way to one summer night when my parents were in the middle of a yelling match. The one place I ran off to every time things hadn't gone my way. The one place where I actually felt loved.

My grandma's.

I let out a sigh relief as I sat in the driveway, staring at the house that never changed my whole 19 years of existence. After a few minutes of just sitting there without realizing it, I climbed out of the car.

I get hit with a feeling if nostalgia the second my sneakers came into contact with the gravel road. Memories of chasing my cousins up and down this path come flooding back, causing me to have to hold back the threatening tears. I would do anything to go back to the days where I didn't have a care in the world.

I breathe in the familiar scent of grandma's petunias growing in the front lawn as I made my way up to the porch. Some things never change. "Grandma?" I stepped through the unlocked door, searching for this old woman.

As a little girl, her house was gigantic. With the high ceilings and never ending hallways, I always thought my grandmother lived in a mansion. And even as an adult I still felt so small in this house. My sneakers made a squeaky noise as I turned on my heels towards the kitchen. The aroma of fresh banana bread instantly hit me when I entered the empty room. Like I said some things never change.

"Gram?" I call out once again. Nothing.

My eyebrows furrowed when I suddenly heard the sound of loud rock music coming from the garage. Grandma only like classic rock. I thought to myself as I made my way to the door, to silently opening it.

I caught sight of a buff curly haired man who looked as if he was banging away on a chunk of wood with a hammer. I was confused as to why this attractive guy was in my grandma's garage. Did he mean any harm? I mean he does have a hammer...And Gram is still nowhere in sight. Oh god.

I scurry over to the stereo, shutting it off with just a push of a button. The stranger finally noticed my presence, turning around to face me.

"Who are you and why are you in my Gram's house?" I rudely ask, putting my hand on my hips for emphasis.

"I'm Ashton. And you must be Sky."

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