Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 8

After a while the mansion started to fill up with the familiar intoxicated, teenaged faces. The alcohol running through my veins, music blasting through my ears, red solo cup in my hand. Whatever happens tonight happens.

I feel someone's hands around my waist and pushing me back towards them. The am started lifting up my red dress and that's when it was to much. I push his hands away but he keeps putting them back to my waist. I turn to be faced with a drunk teenage boy. His eyes blue but bloodshot from the alcohol, blonde hair in a quiff, and he wore a red polo and black skinny jeans.

"Get off of me."

"Com on you like it babe."

"Don't call me that. I will murder you."

"Come on on you want to have a little fun." He smirks and squeezes my backside.

"Get off." I command smacking his arm and pushing him. But no budge, I was to wasted and out of energy.

"Dude. She said get the fuck off! She is mine not your!"

I turn to see Ashton looking mad as ever.

Face red, fists in a ball, muscle toned, jaw clenched. If looks could kill.....

"Go away! I'm sure she wants me and not you."

"That's it."

Ashton grabs him by the shirt and drags him, I'm guessing outside. I follow shortly after them and see them out back. I hear Ashton yell "Come on pretty boy" and getting into fighting position. The boy tries to be in fighting position but fails miserably. I need to stop them, not because I hate violence, but because I know Ashton would kill this guy.

Ashton gets one hit before I stop it and forcefully drag him back inside. I give him a huge hug and wait for him to hug back, but it never happens. I grab his hand and drag him away, up to the attic.

"I'm guessing you don't love me anymore." I quickly look down, because that wasn't suppose to come out aloud.

"What?"

"Nothing." I quickly say.

"It's obviously something, so tell me." Just as he says that the elevator doors open and I get out, dragging him behind.

Once we reach the attic door, I swing it open and drag us inside, slamming it behind.

"It's really nice up here. I wish you would invite me up more often.

"Ehh. It's okay. I want to door some door work on it, but its fine for now."

"I like it though."

"Of course you do. I wanted to talk you, but we're both wasted so we can just sleep here until we're sober."

"Okay."

We get on the floor mat to my "gym room" and take a blanket. I wrap the blanket around us and start to fall asleep.

"I will always love you. Don't stop loving me."

Is all I hear before falling asleep. I don't know if it's the alcohol speaking or is it really him speaking it. Either way it meant so much more to me.

..

I wake up to feel arms wrapped around me and lets just say I liked it. I mean I haven't felt anyone's arms around me like this since, Ashton.

Oh my god Ashton. If he walked in he would be so hurt right and probably killed the guy next to me. I have to wake this guy up and make him leave before Ashton is awake. I turn in his arms when I realize, it's Ashton.