The Trip ( A Mashley Fan-Fiction )

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten
Ashley's POV

I grabbed my black suitcase off the floor zipping it up.

I had a six hour flight to Montreal in less than two hours.

I grabbed my purple backpack swinging it around my shoulder. It only contained my carry-on items like, my laptop, changing cords, and other personal items.

Shutting my door I walked out of my room, "Mum! Can you drive me to the airport?" I yelled.

"Are you ready?" She said walking into the kitchen.

"Does it look like I am?" I tossed her my keys as we walked out of the kitchen and into the garage. My mom opened the garage door walking out to my car, she opened the left side sitting in the driver’s side. I opened the backseat door placing my backpack and suitcase on the seats before shutting the door. Opening the passenger’s side door I sat down, my mum started to back down the driveway.

"You better call me to check in every day Ashley or else this isn't happening again." My mum said driving down our street.

"I will Mum you tell me the same things every time I go anywhere, don't worry I'll be fine." I said.

"I just worry about you Ashley."

"I'm almost eighteen mum."

"I won't even be able to see you for your birthday either."

"Mum we already talked about this, I'm going to visit Jerome and Mitch for their birthdays as well as mine."

"Don't you be doing anything illegal now, Mitch was always the one to have problems Ashley." I turned my head to look at her.

"What do you mean?"

"No one told you?" My mum focused her vision on the road in front of her.

"Told me what?"

"Well his mom called me and said for you to look after him, she said last time she'd seen him he wasn't well."

"Why would I have to look after Mitch?"

"I really shouldn't be telling you this." She said.

"Mum, you can't tell me you need to tell me something then be like oh I can't."

"Remember when you had your little phrase of depression and self-harming?"

"It's not a phrase Mum." I glared at her.

She never understood why I did what I did.

"Well that's we came up with, she said he's been going through this for around four years."

"Maybe he doesn't want to get better have you ever thought of that mum?" She pulled up at the airport.

"This isn't pretty." Her left hand snatched my right arm exposing my cut marks.

"Why do you care so much about this? You never cared about anything else!" I jerked my hand away from her grip opening my door. I opened the back door grabbing out my backpack and suitcase. Slamming the car door I walked into the "London to California" sign.

I turned towards to the left walking down the airport, pulling my things towards the fast food chains I stopped at McDonalds ordering myself a large fry along with a water. Pulling my suitcase I sat down at the London to Montreal area. I picked a fry up shoving it into my mouth, pulling out my phone I had a new Snapchat from Jerome and Mitch.

Opening Mitch's first I saw his beautiful face, "What time r u flying in?"

I took a picture of the clock that read what time the flight was and the time we should land. "As long as the plane isn't delayed." I sent the snap to him.