Beauty and The Bad Boy

Chapter 22

*Ashton's P.O.V*

Every waking moment of my existence was spent thinking about Cameron and Aubrey. I dissected that had happened in my mind over and over again. My brain hurt from all the thinking. The terrible part was, I didn't want to think about it. I just wanted to forget it ever happened but for some reason, I couldn't let that happen. There was no escape from my thoughts.

School seemed empty. Most everyone was wondering where Aubrey was. People asked me every day, and every time they did, it was just another painful reminder. In all the classes I had with her, I couldn't stop staring at her empty spot. I couldn't focus on anything but her. Cameron wasn't at school either. I hadn't heard anything about what had happened to him.

*Aubrey's P.O.V*

It was Monday. I should have been at school, but I wasn't, obviously. It had been two full weeks since.. well, you know. This was the last week before my school went on winter break for three weeks. Megan called every day too  talk to me. I just told her that I was having "family troubles". She kept asking to come over, but I told her no. I sat down on the couch and went on instagram. I scrolled through the photos of my friends having fun and living their lives. Everyone was carrying on fine, but I felt like the world was crumbling around me.

The house phone rang. My mom picked it up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

There was a slight pause and my mother's face went pale.

"Hold on." She went into her bedroom and shut the door. I knew something was wrong. I waited anxiously until my mom came back down the stairs. She looked angry and scared.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Um.. there's something I need to tell you."

"Go ahead," I said: "I'm fine. Just say it."

"Well, apparently Cameron isn't going down without a fight. He's pleading not guilty. He's saying that you.. you wanted to. You have to go down to court, tomorrow, otherwise they'll just believe Cameron's story and he won't have to go to jail."

I stood up. "That's bullshit! How can they believe that?! I was TIED UP, for God's sake! I don't want to go down there!" Tears were flowing and they weren't going to stop. "I can't do this! I don't want to do this!" I ran up the stairs to the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. I crumpled into a ball on the floor and pulled at my hair.

I hated him. I wanted to kill him, I truly did. I wanted him to die. My anger was bigger than I was. There was nothing I could do to satisfy myself. I punched and kicked and screamed but I still felt this bubbling, overwhelming anger that was controlling me. I tried to calm myself down, but it was impossible.

Finally I fell asleep, with a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.