Aticm and Korosu

Chapter 40

~Korosu~
After the incident, I've been a bit more distant from ash. Yes, I still hang out with him and such, but I'm not going to risk him being hurt. About two weeks afterwards, we both decided to go to the motel. Ash and I walked through the woods, ending up at the broken down building. AJ, hyper as ever, answered the door, smiling. "Hi guys!" We walked into the main room, the familiar scent of smoke and beer filling the room. He sat down on one of the chairs, me in his lap. "So, how are you two doing?" "Absolutely wonderful." He smiled, arms around my waist. "Good! And cal and his girlfriend?" "Amazing. They definitely fucked, just won't admit it." I giggled, earning a smirk from Jacob. "And did you two?" My cheeks burned, a deep red blush spreading across my pale skin. "You have such a dirty mind Jake." "Well, did you or did you not fuck each other?" I just scoffed, looking down. He cackled. "You did didn't you!" Ash just smiled, giggling. We continued talking until satan decided to show up. Surge walked through the door, his syringe in hand. That bitch. I took Ashton's hand, squeezing it. "Hey, it's okay baby, don't worry about him." He whispered, holding me close. He better not act out. Everything seemed fine. Surge was busy talking with Zach, laughing about some kid who he murdered last night. He's...not doing anything. Maybe he won't act out for once. My hopes were demolished into anger. He got up to leave, but passed by me. He whispered "So, how's miss Korosu doing with her fake boyfriend? Heard what happened, thanks to Jacob. At least I don't try to kill my girlfriend." I couldn't take this anymore. Lunging at him, I pinned surge to the wall, anger flowing through me. "What the fuck did you say?!" I already felt terrible about what had happened, but surge made it worse. "You heard me." He had a cocky smile on his face, ignoring my anger. I took out my dagger, pointing it at his stomach. I can kill him. I can kill him, he won't ever bother us. He will be dead. Before I plunged it into his stomach, somebody pulled me back. "Yasmin, calm down!" Ashton seemed worried, arms wrapped around my body. "What did he just call you?!" Surge wouldn't shut up, and I'm tired of it. My dagger flew towards his head, implanting itself in the wall behind him. Damnit ash! "Next time, I won't miss." Surge ran out, his syringe in hand. Ash kept his arms around me, speaking softly. "Calm down, it's okay baby." Anger still surged though my veins, murder on my mind. Eventually, we left, mainly because I was about to kill somebody. Ash went back home, while I went to my apartment. The day passed quickly, thoughts rushing through my head. Around 1 am, I finally fell asleep.

Ashton screams, his hands over mine. The cold steel begs me to plunge it into him, my eyes set on his face. "Please baby, don't do this! It's me!" Darkness consumes me, screams echoing through it.

I'm stuck in the window ceil, something binding me to the wood. Shadows pass over my face, screams in the distance. Ashton appears in front of me, except something is different. He isn't smiling at all. The bonds are holding me to the wood, rubbing against my skin. Blood drips down my face, streaking across my skin. Strands of hair hang in my face. A dagger is in my forehead, put there by Ashton. I want to scream. My lungs are out of power to do so. I cannot feel my hands. Dark bonds keep me in place, although I'm squirming. "You tried to kill me." He speaks in a steady tone.
"I'm returning the favor." I plummet to the cement, trying to scream. He is laughing. Darkness consumes me once again.

I jolt awake, breathing heavily. My hands shoot up for my forehead. It was just another dream. Another terrible dream. If it still worked, my heart would be beating out of my chest. Goddamn. I glance over at the clock, slowly calming down. 3:37. I guess it went on longer than I thought. For the rest of the night, I sat in the window, a bottle of vodka in hand.