Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 2

(Quick ReCap)

"The cops are here." Michael says with a panic voice. My face draining color.

"What!" I scream.

What the fuck just happened. I was make sure to cover up my tracks. I swear no one saw my gun. What the fuck? I can just get Calum to work his magic.

I quickly get dressed into my set of pyjamas and walk down stairs. I see all the boys but I don't see any cops. I'm fucking confused. Why do I feel like they're joking around with me, either way I'm already mad. I go back up the steps and towards the room, two people can play this fucking gun. I grab my gun and put the saftey on. I sneak in towards the other door way to the kitchen. I stand behind and get the gun, placing it on the back of Ashton's head.

"What the-" He begins but turns around and now the gun is placed to his forehead.

"What are you doing? Put the gun down!" Michael says.

"Oh! Shut the fuck up you thought I was on your team. I was just trying to get enough money, now that I have it there is no point of you all living!" I yell, trying so hard not to laugh. I grab the extra gun wave it around to anyone who tries to get close.

"You played us, I thought you loved me." Ashton says, his eyes watering up. Fuck, this is going to be so hard to not blow my cover.

"I don't give a fuck about your love."

They all begin to stare, eyes widen open. I wanted to laugh so bad. Then Alex comes in, I turn around and give her a smirk and a wink, telling her to play along.

"Oh! Finally! I thought I had to pretend to like to even longer, guess not. So who do you want to kill first?" She says, taking out both her guns.

"What! Alex, why?" Calum whines.

"Shut the fuck up!" 

"Hey guess what happens now?' I tell/question them.

"What? We die." Ashton looks down.

"No, we laugh in your face because it's a joke!" I yell and I burst into laughter and Alex laughs too. We just get stared by them.

"Fuck You!" Ashton yells, stomping away.

"That's why you don't mess with me. I come back ten times harder." I say, walking up the steps to our room. Once I walk in Ashon is already sleeping on his side of the bed.

I put my guns safely away and get in bed. I wrap my arms around Ashton's torso, only for my arms to be pushed away. What the hell? Some one is angry. I turn to the other side and let out a sigh. I feel arms wrap around me but I just stay still.

"Don't ever joke like that. I'm so pissed off, you're lucky I don't just fuck your brains out right now." He whispers in to my ear. I get chills, causing goosebumps all over my body.

Ashton will be Ashton and I don't mind.

..

I wake up this morning to an empty space next to me, a frown begins to form on my face. I pick up my phone, having one new message from Ashton.

'Having a party tonight! Be ready by 8, that's when it starts. This isn't a question, it's a demand. Love ya babe. -Ash'

I put my phone down, giggling at the message. I get up off the bed and go out the room and towards the elevator, that leads to the attic. Yes, we have elevators at the house. I'm telling you, we make so much cash, so we could affored it.

Once I get up, I take the spare key from the top of the door. I unlock the door and shut it right after me. This was my secret place, one my whole wordorbe was up here, two my weapons were up here, and three my training and work out sessions happen up here. No one was allowed to come up here but me, not even Ashton could. Ashton's secret place was in the basement of the mansion, Calum's secret place was in attic of the headquarters, Alex had hers in the woods, which he had an under ground tunnel to get there, Luke had his in a master bedroom on the second floor, and Michael had his in the backyard underground. This mansion had many secrets, but that's how we built it. Everyone had different things in theirs that I had no idea of. My contained a wordrobe on one side a mini office in the middle training and weapons on the other side. I come up here for a distraction, thinking, any emotion, I come here. Most people tried to come in here during parties, but I had an alarm set, so that only I could step foot in here without an alarm going off.

I walked over to the wordorbe side to find something to wear for the day and the party. I decide it to keep it simple, stripe shirt, white infinity scarf, black jeans with holes in the knees, and navy blue vans. For tonight I would be wearing a red, sliky dress, black heels, and a bit of jewelery to give it some glam. These parties get crazy, might as well look good for them. I place the dress and other items to the side and dress into my outfit of the day.

I sit at my desk and make some calls. Mostly to the bank, shops, people who owe me money. I'm to nice to people sometimes. I'm not putting up with the shit anymore, if someone doesn't pay, they die. It's the only way people will get me my fucking money. Once I finish with all that junk, I get my notebook and write down the date. I always wrote entries and things about my life.

August 14, 2007

The pain has caught on to me,

The guilt

The regret

It's back

It always comes back to haunt me

Some times I wish I could just end my life and not live with it

The fear

The regret

The pain

The torture

I didn't want to be this way

But they left me no choice 

When they did what they did......

I cry another tear and it hits the page, not like it's a difference. Every entry has a tear or tears spilled on them, causing some words to fade away. I shut the notebook and place it back in the drawer. I check the time and it's already 7 pm. Might as well get dressed now then later.

I grab the dress, looking at it one more time. I take off my clothing and place the dress on, zipping up the zipper on the side. This was going to be a long night, I just knew it. I slipped on the black heels and went towards the body mirror looking at the dress one more time. This dress is going to be thrown out after tonight anyway. I put on a bit of eyeliner, a few coats of mascara, and a dark shade of lipstick. I don't give a fuck about tonight. It's like every other party, strangers roaming around getting wasted off their asses. We had a party about every month.

If only they knew what the parties were really for.........