Luke Hemmings
I tried my best to keep my distance from her. I knew it's what she'd want, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stay away.
It's been 2 weeks since she told me she'd given up on Ashton and it's also been 2 weeks since we've spoken a word to each other.
God I miss her.
"Luke! Stop starring, it's creepy." Michael muttered, glaring from across the table.
"Sorry. Sorry." I look away from her. "I don't me—"
"Save it, let's just get this shit done." I nod, looking down at the pages Michael laid out in front of me.
This is all we have to finding Ashton. Just because Delilah gave up doesn't mean I won't.
"Okay I was listening into the radio last night and apparently there was some squatters down by your folks old house." I take out my notebook and show him everything I wrote down.
"Did they clear it out yet?"
"No they're going Friday so we have tonight to check it out."
"I'll get you at 7."
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Michael's car rolled to a stop In front of the worn down house. "Don't see why they'd wanna save this shit hole." He muttered, getting out.
"Maybe they just want the land?" I shrug walking up to the door.
"Are you just gunna walk in there?" I nod slowly opening the door. "God it smells like shit Luke."
I roll my eyes and walk inside. The place is empty besides a few sleeping bags, none of them look clean enough to determine an owner.
Michael wanders off as I take the living room, looking through what the people had left behind. Which surprisingly was a lot.
"Luke, what did Ash's pocket know look like again?" Michael asked from the room over.
"Uh white handle and a black blade, why?"
The red haired boy walked into the room holding the all too familiar knife. Memories of me and Ashton using the knife to cut random things flooded my head. He never went anywhere without it.
"He was here." Michael said, also showing me other things of Ash's. "There was fresh made food in the room over, still warm.
My thoughts went straight to Delilah. She'd wanna know about this. She has to know about this. "I gotta call Delilah."
"You can't." I whipped around, my eyes landing on the face I never thought I'd see again.
"Ashton."
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this is probably the end of the book, I might not write a sequel still deciding but thanks for reading and voting (( if you did )) and yeah love ya'll lots :) xx
kiwi
