Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 39

Today the house was so quiet and it was probably because of the events that happened yesterday. I felt bad for kicking him out and letting Kaila beat the hell out of Melissa but it had to happen someday. Melissa is in the hospital and she will be for a whole week, she was apparently put into a minor coma but then again that is what happens when you screw over the wrong people. Ashton hasn't left his office since the events that occurred. I found out the red folder was just a joke but it did frighten everyone into not letting us down.

Recently I have been in touch with Ange and helping her out since she is living on her own now. She finally told be the story that really happened with her and Calum. I felt so bad for helping her out but I know she would help me out if I was in her situation.

Today I was checking out buildings that I might want to buy. So far no one knew about this plan and I was thankful for it too because I don't want anyone to know about it. I let them know that I was coming to check them out but some owners were blindsided by seeing my presence in their building. I walked into one store while the manager was yelling at an employee and the employee is like pointing his finger to me and the boss keeps yelling before turning around and seeing me there. His face was absolutely priceless and his mouth was hung wide open before I walked out. I didn't even look at the place because seeing how the manager acted you could tell there would be a lot of fixing up to do. I don't have the time and patience for that.

The last building I looked at was the one, this building is the one I wanted and no one else would have it. I would do all I can in my willpower to have this place. The building was small more of a mini shop than a building. The windows were dusty, the plants were withered, and the door squeaked every time the door opened, the pavement around it was cracked. It was absolute shit but that is exactly what I wanted, I wanted absolute shit. So then I would be able to fix this place up and make it a place of my own. Get a new door, dust and clean off the windows, get new plants, have someone fix the pavement, I could fix up the whole place and make it new again and that is exactly what I wanted. I don't give a shit what anyone says either or if I'm stupid for buying it.

I called up the number placed on the door and waited for an answer.

"Hi this Heartwarming Real-estate how can I help you today?" the woman say in a rather annoying tone.

"I would like to buy the building on 748 Walnut St." I demand.

"Are you stupid or nah?" She jokes.

"I'm not fucking joking and if you stop talking in that dumb and annoying Texas wannabe accent I would actually compromise. Also I could have you fired in a snap of a finger so you better shut the hell up and sell me this place." I say in a harsh tone.

"Fine come by our real estate and you can buy it," she now says in a plain and dead voice.

"Thank you," I say and hang up.

That is how you get what you want when you want. Then again I did use a form of threat so scratch that. After finding the perfect place I went home and took the longest nap possible. I needed it because lately things have been out of control and I hated not being in control or things going as planned.

None of this was supposed to happen. I was never supposed to be in a gang, I was never supposed to kill people, I was never supposed to kill my father, I was never supposed to fall in love, and I was never supposed to lose my parents. I was never supposed to have a life this way and I didn't want this life. Ashton made me happy and the people in this "gang" made me happy but this isn't how it was supposed to be. I don't care about the money that comes with this life and I don't care what kind of popularity came with this life, I just wanted to have a normal life. But that isn't how it works. Life will ruin you until you are on your knees begging for mercy and sometimes if you're lucky, you come on top. Life ruins you and that is for sure, it makes you do impulsive things and make you feel ways you shouldn't.

Life is fucking bullshit, you expect it to go the way that you want it but that isn't the way it goes down. You will go downhill and you barely get a taste of victory before life pulls you back to your knees like everyone else. You have to live and fight for yourself but in the end no one is a winner and that is the cold hard truth. I was absolutely done being life's bitch, it was one for me to take control of the wheel and make life my bitch.

[ Ashton's POV ]

I haven't left my office since the incident that happened the other day with Harry. They were scared; the people I loved and cherished were scared of me. If I would go for a hug they would flinch, if I would try to start a conversation they would make a lame excuse saying they have to go, and if I would ask something they would walk away. My family was scared of me because of something stupid that I did, it wasn't my fault, and I was tired of Harry's shit.

You can't just cheat on any girl you want and expect it to be okay, you can't manipulate women into doing stuff they don't want to do, and you just can't do that. I'm sure everyone knew what I was saying and my reason for it but they still were scared. The red folder was a fake I just did it to get Harry to participate in my demands. But maybe I deserved this punishment for being so cruel. I was a cruel man and that was the truth. I may act innocent and pretend that I have done nothing wrong but that was a lie, I was the worst man you could possibly meet. I pretend I was normal, innocent, not capable to hurt anyone, but that is not who I was, I was an evil, not trustworthy, worthless man. It is the cold hard truth and it took me 5 years to finally realize who I am and what I am capable of. It’s sad to think people could trust me, it’s sad that Bell decided to choose me over Andrew. I wonder why she chooses me instead of Andrew.

I was questioned myself why me and not him, but never had the guts to ask. Andrew was a good person, good grades, great future, and money in his pocket when he needed it. That child in Bell’s stomach would be better off with her and Andrew not her and I. One day I’ll ask but right now it isn’t the right time.