Brutality // Ashton Irwin

THREE

Once we pull into Ashton's driveway, he grabs me from the car and yanks me inside.

"Go upstairs and into my room," he demands. "Don't try anything, Jamie."

How does he know my name?

"Now!" He yells when I don't move from my spot in the middle of the doorway. I scramble up the stairs and into his room, hastily locking the door.

I decide against my previous action, and swiftly dart from the room, closing it behind me.

Suddenly, I hear a sound similar to shattering glass.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" He bellows from below.

What?

I have no time to think before I dart away from Ashton's room and into another.

I pull open the closet door in a room at the end of the hall, and shut it behind me. There's a bar where the clothes are hung and I grab onto it, pulling myself up until I can get on top of it. I scoot a single large box in front of me so that Ashton cannot find me. I feel cramped and uncomfortable, but it's better than death.

"Jamie!" He yells as I hear him entering each room and searching through it.

The door to the room I am in clicks open, and I hold my breath.

"Jamie?" He calls into the stuffy air. "I'm not going to hurt you if you come out now. I promise. I'm not angry," I hear him lie.

He opens the closet door and I let out a small gasp, slapping my hand over my mouth.

He searches though the closet, but never sees me. As he turns to exit the room, I release the breath I was holding in, but I shouldn't have.

I hear a low chuckle, and Ashton has returned to the closet entrance.

"You thought I wouldn't find you, hm?" He says, rather merrily.

He looks up at the box in front of me, and my breath is shaky and I try not to breathe at all. The box shifts and a silent tear slips down my face. I don't want to die. I wonder if my mother has contacted my father and told him I've gone missing, but I guess I'll never find out, now.

I see his amused face as he sees me atop the clothing rack.

"I found you," he smiles, "you're turn to count."

He roughly grabs me and yanks me down, and I hit my head on the corner of the door frame, letting out a high-pitched shriek.

"Or not," he snarls, pulling me to my feet and throwing me over his shoulder.

He carries me down into the living room, and shoves me in front of the t.v..

"Do you see this?" He angrily spits, pointing at the paused screen.

It pictures the message I wrote on the stall door, and the security footage of us in the store.

People know I'm gone. Holy shit. What if they find me? Will I get to go home?

But he suddenly grabs my wrist and forces me out the door with him. He shoves me into the car and gets in on the other side.

Once inside, he punches me in the face, and I hear a loud crack.

"You piece of shit! Why would you do that?"

"I- I.."

"You what?" He mocks.

"I'm sorry," I whimper, but I can tell that he's not having a second of it.

He starts the car up, and backs out of the yard.

"Where are we going?" I ask weakly, my hand over my burning cheek.

"Somewhere far away from here," he laughs, looking in the rear view mirror, "somewhere far, far away."