Escaped (Andley)

Chapter 2

Ashley's POV

I never understood what the term 'blood running cold' meant until now. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I had to repress the urge to shiver. This can't be happening to me right now.

"Ashley right?" The black haired male flicked through what appeared to be my passport, his long, greasy hair falling in clumps over his forehead.

I had no idea what to do. I was stood a meter away from a possible murderer. I racked my brain for something, anything that could get me out of this situation.

"What are you doing in my house?" I was surprised that I managed to not stutter.

He looked up at me for a second, before going back to the passport. "The police are looking for me and I need a place to lay low at." He muttered.

"Then find somewhere else." I used that fact that he wasn't looking at me to take a slow step back and to reach out behind me for my phone-

"Don't. Even. Think. About. It" he growled, pulling a knife from his trouser pocket. I froze.

"If you even attempt to call the police, or anyone for that matter, I will not hesitate to kill you. Do I make myself clear?" A malicious smirk crept it's way slowly onto his face.

I swallowed harshly and nodded. I flinched backwards as he approached me. His cold blue eyes made contact with mine. He started feeling in my pockets, patting me down, before he roughly grabbed my wrist and tugged me forward. He shoved me into my bedroom, searched it, then left and locked the door.

Andy's POV

I searched the bedroom for anything he could used to call someone, before leaving and locking him in, taking the key with me.

I looked around for a bathroom, wanting to take a shower. After taking a cold shower, I dried my hair before finding some scissors and one of those electronic shaver things. I got to work styling my hair, I shaved one side and cut a good few inches off of the other side of my hair, combed it so it hung just slightly over my eye. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a black bandana. Frank, my cell mate, had given it me when he found out that I was planning to escape, he'd made me promise to look for his husband in Jersey and give it to him when things had settled down for me. But right now I needed to make myself look different, so I tied it around my forehead, pulling my newly-cut fringe over the top of it.

I examined myself in the mirror. Who knew a simple haircut could make someone look completely different? All I needed now was different clothes.

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This is unedited. Right now I'm really ill and I'm going to the doctors soon, so I'll probably edit it later.