Chasing After What I Love (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 9

AN: Wow it's been forever. I suggest looking back. Sorry for not continuing sooner. Major writers' block

December 18, 2013

The doctors were wrong. Austin still hasn't woken up. Twenty-three fucking weeks and he still isn't awake. And how the hell am I suppoed to be proven innocent as long as he's in a coma?

Oh, Alan, you always knew how to make everything about you.

Thing is, though, it kind of is. My name is Alan Ashby and I've been falsely charged with rape and attempted murder. I think I'll make this into some kind of story one day. For God's sake, I'm writing in a diary. Maybe I'll make it into a how-to book on escaping prison. Maybe I'll make it into a book about how shitty prison is and sell it to all of the fangirls who hate me now.

Anywho, you're probably wondering why and how the fuck I got myself into this shithole. I'll just write it kinda like a book, y'know, just in case.

I popped my fingers, still sitting in Austin's chair after Beau left. It had been God knows how many hours. I slipped my hands into my pockets and felt a box in the right.

Cigarettes.

I glanced at Austin one last time before standing up and walking out. I deserved a smoke.

After walking down to the main lobby and spotting a door leading to the smoking section, I quickly pushed them open, walking through, and pulled out the pack. I then pulled out a cigarette and lit it, scanning the hunched over figure who was also smoking. He was tall and had a hood over his head and appeared to be shaking. I cleared my throat and spoke up, concerned for the guy,

"Hey man- you doin' alright there?" I asked, and to my shock the figure turned to reveal no one other than Beau Bokan. He grinned at me, his eyes not only gleaming, but sparkling. Much different than the usual. That was the first sign. "What're you still doing here, man?" I smiled, relaxing on the bench  next to him.

Before I knew it, I was on the concrete with a wild eyed Beau Bokan on top of me, his cold hands around my throat.

"Those shitheads couldn't find anyone in the system with the same DNA found on Austin" He cackled wildly and I jumped, my fingers desprately clawing at his larger ones. It felt like my air supply was sucked out of me. I knew Beau was upset, so I tried to calm him down.

"The-they'll find him." I stammered and Beau cackled again.

"You really are stupid, aren't you?" Beau said, teeth clenched. He loosened his grip for a brief second again before tightening it even more. "They won't find him, because I did it." He whispered, a sloppy grin on his face.

I stopped struggling and stared at the man.

"WHAT?" I managed to choke out, "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Well, that's how it was supposed to come out. It was more along the lines of, "I go ki yafking oooo obich".

I began struggling with everything I had. 

Beau Bokan tried to kill Austin, and now he was trying to kill me.

With one swift moment, Beau smashed my head against the concrete before bringing his lips to my ear, "You better fucking listen to what I tell you if you want to live." I stared at him again, my head throbbing.

"Listen, Cupcake, eventually the evidence is going to lead up to one of us. But I was just talking to Austin about him and I doing a collab. Then I left to get waffles with the guys. You were getting your precious alcohol and came back. When you noticed Austin all alone you decided to take advantage of him. And since you're so tiny, you had to knock him out in order to do so." Beau grinned.

"Fuck you!" I snarled and he clutched my throat again, fingers digging in my skin.

"Did you rape Austin?" Beau asked, his sickly deep voice had the sound of a smirk in it. I shook my head wildly, struggling under him. Beau then pulled a knife out of his pocket, holding it to my ear before dragging it to where the end pressed against my crotch. Beau smirked, "I'm gonna ask you one more time, did you rape Austin?"