Everywhere I Go *Editing*

Chapter 2

I sat down on the couch while Justin turns on the news. I nearly choke on my taco once I see that his face is on TV.

"Justin, why is your face on the TV?"

"Eh, people don't really know me."

"People know who you are, Justin!"

"Not since I left the b-."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Dude you're screwed. We're screwed. If you get arrested for what you did earlier, I don't know what I will do."

"Ava stop! I'm not gonna get arrested if they don't know-" he was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. I put on my fuzzy black blanket and get up with Justin to see my dad at the door.

"Ava, you're coming with me," he says, grabbing my arm and pulling me out before I had anything to say about it.

"Dad! Stop! You're hurting me!" I yelled at him as he tried to put me in his car.

"Ava, you know pretty damn well that you aren't supposed to be with that bitch!"

"Dad! If you would give him another chance, you would see that he is nice!"

"Nice? Not after what he did!"

"Forgive and forget! Forgive and forget!" Dad rolled his eyes and told me to get into the car.  I start to open the passenger side door but I run back to Justin's house.

"Justin?" I call out to him.

"Justin where are you?" I say more concerned.

"Justin Erlichman where the hell are you?!" I yell at the top of my lungs. I hear a door slam and look out the door. I find him in the kitchen trashing everything. I pull out my phone to text a group chat.

Guys, my dad caught me and Justin together and made me get out, I went back in, and hes on a rampage. Get to his house ASAP!

I met this group from Justin, but through the 3 years I have known them, I've never seen them or found out their real names. They go by what I'm pretty sure is the first letter of their names.

Justin throws a picture of him and my dad over the counter, landing right in front of me. I pick it up and examine it as well as I can. Justin has his normal clothes; Grey Hollywood Undead tank with a burgundy leather jacket, his favorite Forever 21 jeans, and of course his burgundy canvas vans. They look like the best of friends, I wonder what could have happened between them to get them to fucking hate each other. I turn the picture frame around and felt something inside the black velvet material. I try to find out what it is but it just feels like a small angled square. I take out the back layer of the frame and un-glue the white material covering the object. I pick it up and find a piece of folded up paper. Once I get the chance to look at it I hear people outside. Are they the police or the group? I quickly pick up the picture frame and shards of glass just in case it is the police. I don't really feel like getting him arrested for abuse because I have a black eye from a fight I had a few days ago.

Whoever's outside starts to bang on the door. The door begins shaking but I don't know what to do.

"You can either come or stay," he said to me. The door busts down and I can't believe who is at the door.