Save Me (Drew Chadwick Fanfic)

Chapter 13

Ashley's POV

Drew and I have been working on this song for almost a week. He wants to perform it at the next show. I think it's a good idea, and to be quite honest, it's my favorite that I've written. Well, Drew helped with a lot of it. We wrote it.Think it brings a good message and I hope after we sing it, the audience will realize just how severe bullying is.

"That was a good one." Drew says once we finish running through it. I just nod my head.

"Yeah. You think they will like it?" I ask him. I mean it's a great song but it isn't really Emblem3's style. It's mostly me singing it, but Drew has a rap towards the end of it.

"They will love it." He tells me and I believe him. It's defiantly a change from what we both usually sing but it has such an amazing meaning that I think fit both of us.

The next show is in a week and sadly it's the one place I told myself I would never go back to. Some people call it New York. But me? I like to call it hell.

Drew keeps telling me that he's not going to let anyone hurt me and I believe him. But he can't stop words from escaping people's mouths. I know for a fact that some of the people from my school will be there. The venue is only about a half hour away from where I used to live. What worries me the most though is if my "dad" finds out I'm there. I haven't gotten a text since his first one saying he'd find me but I know he hasn't let that go.

You see, my dad is many things. And one of those things is determined. If he wants something, there is nothing, and I mean NOTHING you can do to stand in his way and stop him.

Drew doesn't know about the text and I don't plan on him to. It'll only worry him and even though my father scares the shit out of me, I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for 19 years now.

If he found me, I honestly have no clue what he would do. I don't even want to think about what he would do. I was lucky to escape in the first place. I had packed my bags and snuck out the window. I stole some money from his wallet before I left though. And then I drove all the way to California stopping many times on the way for gas and a cheap motel.

Being on the news all the time with the boys isn't really helping my location stay hidden, but at least I'm always on the move so it's harder for him to catch me.

"You okay?" Drew asks me snapping me out of my thoughts. Thank goodness he did too because they were starting to scare me.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking." I tell him honestly.

"Hey. I know you're scared about going back to New York but I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Not a single person is going to lay a finger on you and not one nasty word is going to enter your ears. I'm going to make sure of it. And I'll promise you if you don't want to, we can leave New York straight after the show and start driving off to our next stop." He tells me. I didn't even have to say anything but he could just tell what was wrong. He knew I didn't want to go to New York. He could sense it. That's how close we have become. It's like we have this unspoken bond. Or maybe I'm just that easy to read but either way I love him for it.

I just give him a hug and nod my head in his chest. I'm not sure if the nod was me agreeing with leaving after the show, or if it was just a thank you nod but I don't think it mattered. He knew that he had said the right thing and I knew he felt accomplished. He wrapped his big muscular arms around me and pulled me in closer. He smelled really good right now. Not that he doesn't usually but he smells especially good today. Is that weird? Maybe? Whatever, he does.

He walks out of the room and I pick up my guitar and start to play a few random chords.

Tonight is the night and I can't put into words how nervous I am. I look over my set list one more time: