Chapter Nine: Ashton

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"Then why did you zap me off the fence??"

"Because I thought you were a pixel."

He said putting his hand on his neck embarrassed.

I roll my eyes.

And continue to the pool with Ryan following me.

I found the note.

"Finally! You two meet!!
Ryan meet Maisy, a 21 year old Model that lives in London!!
Maisy meet Ryan, a 23 year old Reporter that lives in New York!!
Do you want to hear from your "loved ones"??
Go to Art gallery."

"Ashton!!"

I screamed out loud.

Ryan gave me a confused look.

I ran to the now opened gate and ran out, Ryan following me.

"I brought a car!"

He screamed to me.

As we drove to the Art gallery I found out so much about Ryan.

He was of course, 23 and a reporter.
But he was also adopted at the age of 5 and he was happy living in his own house, he was engaged but his fiancé cheated so he called it off.

He found out that I was put up for adoption but no one wanted me so when I was 18 I bought a house and continued on with my life.

We arrived at the Art Gallery and I jumped out of the car.

I ran inside to see a car with a guy that looked like Ashton tied up in the car.

"Ash!!"

I screamed running to him.

I untied his hands and he look up at me.

"Maisy."

He smirked.

"Ashton."

"I'm still amazed how you believed I loved you."

"What?"

"I set you up!! To die!"

He screamed into my ear.

I slapped him.

"You idiot!! I hate you!! I shouldn't have came with him for something as worthless as you!!"

He smiled.

"But you did. And now you'll spend every day where ever you go after you die remembering it."

He laughed

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