Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 7

Harry and Ashton bickered back and forth over and over. They kept arguing and everyone was starting to get annoyed, I was getting annoyed. I mean I would be angry if I was Harry, we killed his mom, but then again it was the past, it happened and there's no changing it. We don't chose what happens in life but then again, we can chose the path we decide to go.

Before I know it Harry's fist connect with Ashton's jaw and then they break into a full fist fight. I look at Liam to tell them to break them apart but he is to busy watching the fight happening. Then two boys come and break them away.

One boy was blonde with a quiff, beautiful blue eyes, grat jaw line, a bit pale, tall, and was dressed in a white v-neck, black jeans, and white converse. The other boy had a nice looking fringe, brown hair, grayish blue eyes, tanner than the blonde boy, he was kind of short compared to all the other boys, but taller than me, he was wearing the same thing as the blonde boy, but his v-neck was black and his shoes were black.

The blonde one was talking to Harry and trying to calm him down and the brwon haired boy was keeping Ashton from charging at Harry. I don't know who they are, the only one I knew was Harry and Liam and my friends, everyone else was a mystery to me.

"Hey, are you okay?" Liam asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This is nothing new to me, I mean I am a kiler for a living." I make it sound obvious in my voice.

"Oh." Was all he said before walking away. I think I might have scared him. I don't care, it's not like I expected him to like me or did I. I mean I could give two shits what people think about me.

"Hey there, I'm Louis."

"Hi Louis. I'm Isabella."

"I'll call you Bell."

"Okay."

"Hi, I'm Niall." The blonde one says.

"Hey, Isabella."

"I like your name."

"Thanks, I guess."

"I got to go."

I walk past him and towards Ashton, ony to be pulled away by harry.

"You are going no where near him. You are going back to your own cell." He commands while glaring at me.

"Get off of me. I'm staying here." I groan.

"No."

Before I know what I'm doing, I'm punching him in the face and getting all violent. I guess I was more angry than I thought. I was so done with his shit. I kept hitting back and forth, he was starting to bleed and I guess people knew what was happening because Ashton and Niall were pulling me off.

"No let me go!" I yell.

Niall lets go but Ashton keeps a firm grip. He lets go, only to pull me into a bear hug. I started to cry, I don't know why, I wasn't sad.

"Lets get out of here."

"Guy let our friends go. We need to get out of here. Harry is only doing this for something that happened ages ago and it was something we couldn't control. I wouldn't have killed someone for no reason. I have a heart. I don't know why he made this whole mess happen, he could have gone his way and we would have went our way. There was no need to start this." Ashton explains to Niall, Louis, and Liam.

"Fine. But you owe us." Niall says.

They let all our friends go and we head out the house or building. I don't know. We leave and go home. There was no need for Harry to kidnap us when it was something we couldn't control. If we didn't do it we would be ratted out and hung. That was something we were forced to do. It was a bad time in our business, and we needed the cash. But it's over now, you can't fix history or let history repeat itself. Some things you can't change or stop from happening. You will have to deal with the consequences and face your fears or face the things in the dark.

Once we got home I went straight to my office, locking it. I don't know why I kissed Ashton or even asked to stay in his cell. I was suppose to be mad at him. This was such a befuddled situation. There was a like knock on the door but I refused to open it, I knew exactly who is there and I wasn't going to give in so easily. I don't forgive and forget in a snap, I need to be proven.

I log in to my email and write an email to everyone.

To: Whole Contact List

Subject: PARTY TONIGHT

From: Isabella

Tonight we will be having another party tonight. You all know where it is, if not we live on 43 Granada Ave. Come on, you can send this invite to anyone you want. This is a one night thing.

So swing on by and get a little insane with us.

xx

After sending that, I shut my laptop off and started to working out again. Hitting the punching bag back and forth, anger still rushing through me. This wasn't normal anger this was all the emotions I have been holding back, all being thrown at this one punching bag. The night Ashton was with that girl, the night that guy had played me and didn't give me my money, the night I killed my dad and mom. The night I got adopted by my "mom". It was all coming at me like a train. I was obviously a wreck.

You can only hold on for so long before all the emotions come right back at you.

"Calm down. You're scaring me." A voice says, sounding frightened.

"What? How did you get in here?" I question, stopping myself from punching this bag again.

"I. I. I found it, I know were you keep your spare key. Anyway. I got your email. You throwing a party tonight aye." Alex says sound excited.

"Yeah. I need this. I need to feel the alcohol run through my veins, I need to hear the music blasting in my ears. I just need this."

"Wow. That was deep. Well. I'm going to get ready. You should too." Alex says, walking out the office, leaving me there.

I looked at the punching, hitting it one more time, then going to get dressed.

I got in the shower, washing my hair, shaving my legs and other stuff, washing my body with the cocoanut soap.

After getting out, I run up to the attic in my towel. That was one thing I didn't have up in the attic, a bathroom. I need one. I click the last button on the elevator leading up to the attic. But then it stops on the second floor and Ashton enters in. Great, just my luck.

Once I get up to the last floor, I get out and start walking. A hand reaches out and grabs my arm.

"I never meant to hurt you. I hope you know that and I will never stop loving you, no matter how much you hate me." He tells me then walks away, leaving me to my thoughts.

Shit. I want to forgive him but I can't, I just can't, not so quickly and soon.

If you love someone, you have to let them go. If they come back, it's meant to be, if not, it never was.