Teamwork|| A.I

•Chapter 19•

"Hello, this is Karen Clifford, are you here to file a lawsuit?"

Jordan's POV

Oh my god, it's Michael's mom. What am I gonna do, how do I tell her that her son was apart of a stabbing? What would she say? Would he and his friends get away with it?

"Uhm, yes." I said hesitantly.

"Okay, and why is that?" She asked. I could hear paper shuffling around in the background signaling that she was getting a piece of paper.

"Well, there's more than one person." I told her.

"Okay can you tell me their names, first and last." She said.

"Uhm, sure. There's Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings, Callie Tile, Bailey Johnson, Stephanie Jackson, Sydney Smith, and Michael Clifford." I said. The last one barley above a whisper.

"Wait, my son?" She asked frantically.

"Well, his name is Michael Clifford." I repeated.

"Oh my god. What did he and these people do?"

"They... They stabbed me."

The line was silent. Completely quiet.

"My son stabbed you?"

"His friend, Luke. Michael held my friend back so he couldn't stop Luke." I told her. And then I told her the story about how they bullied us since 5th grade and how we met because of that.

"I-I don't know what to say to that." She said. She was crying her heart out. I was also in tears while Ashton sat there holding my hand.

"I'm so so sorry that they caused this in your life. You guys are so strong and.... I'm just so sorry." She cried. I felt so bad for telling her this. She was not ready to hear that her son was almost a criminal due to murder. The murder of a minor.

"He was so sweet when he came home. I would've never guessed that he was like this." She sobbed.

"Well, it's okay ma'am, he's just filled with hatred and violence." I told her.

"But, why?"

"That's always a good question. He's just hurting on the inside. He needs some help. As do his other friends." I told her beginning to sound calm.

"Okay. Thank you. I will file the lawsuit and, um I-I will see you in court. We'll call you to tell you the date and any other important information." She told us still crying.

"Okay. Thank you as well."

"Have a nice day, get well soon." She told me and hung up. I put my head in my hands and sighed.
I felt a big hand on my back. Rubbing my back softly. I then felt a dip in the couch and was picked up and say back down in his lap. I look up and there he was. Ashton. The whole reason why I can get through all of my problems. He was my answer. All of the times I asked my I was still alive, why I wasn't dead why. I found the answer. And that answer was Ashton Fletcher Irwin. He held me and rocked me back and forth as I started to fall asleep in his arms.

The phone rings. But it's pitch black. I'm standing in a pitch black room. And all I can hear is the phone. I slowly walk around the room as the phone gets louder and louder. I start feeling around. For at least 20 minutes and I still haven't even touched a table. Just walls. Suddenly the ringing stops. But, it's filled with something far far worse. Screaming. But not any screaming. Ashton's screaming.
I started yelling to find him. "ASH!" "IM COMING ASH!" "WHERE ARE YOU?"

Then I hear a gunshot and the screaming stops. I drop to my knees and cry. But as soon as my knees hit the ground I notice something, this isn't flooring. This is grass. I look up and I see stars and I feel a hand. It's Ashton's. Then he disappears and now I'm sitting in the fort that we built with our movie on and I hear him popping popcorn. Then it starts to darken. Next time I open my eyes I'm sitting in a restaurant with a ketchup and mustard bottles in my hand standing next to Ashton. Getting sucked out of that I see a math test, just laying on a desk. A detention desk. I feel paper being thrown at me and see Sydney throwing paper while sitting on Michaels lap. Darkness. Now I'm watching Ashton body slam Sydney to the ground. Pitch black. Now I'm sitting next to a little boy in the bathroom who is crying. "He bullies me" he cries. I sat up and see the table. I see the tv and blankets from our fort. I'm awake again. It must've been a dream. A dream in which I saw every important thing that Ashton and I have been through together. And that is something I never want to forget.