Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 41

(I had to repost this chapter because some couldn't see it. -Sam xx)

[ Isabella's POV ]

Yesterday when I saw Melissa and Harry doing that I was instantly disgusted but why would I be disgusted? I kill for living, so why would that disgust me? Well it disgusts me because they are family and as hard as it is to admit it Harry and Melissa are family too. You don’t whip family members, unless they steal your food, but in all seriousness you don’t do that to family.

I don’t know what the hell was running through their minds when they did that like are you crazy or stupid, what the hell did they do so bad that you had to do something like that? Like it doesn’t even come up to mind what they could have possibly done that was so bad.

Yesterday Kaila and Luke passed out so we weren’t able to clean the wounds, but now they were awake a sprawled out onto a table to clean them. As I would put a little pressure they would cry out in pain, I felt bad but the cuts needed to be clean or they would get infected. I cringed at the sight of their backs. We were currently trying to clean their backs off but they kept screaming and moving around. I had Harry and Melissa locked up in the attic of the headquarters, what they did was unforgivable and everyone was upset with them. The attention was taken off of Ashton and put onto them, everyone was equally disgusted.

I threw up a couple times during the process but we finally finished cleaning their cuts. It took about 8 hours to clean up their backs. I still felt so bad for them but I know sympathy is not what they need right now, right now they are in pain but later they are going to be so angry and searching for revenge. I mean they deserve it but we have bigger things to worry about than revenge.

Lately I have been throwing up a lot and I don’t think it is the pregnancy illness, this is something worse. I was so scared as to what it is but you never know it can just be something little and not that serious, maybe I’m just being dramatic and it is just part of the pregnancy. Whatever it is, it was scaring the life out of me and consuming my every thought. I was probably being dramatic and stuff I mean I do get like this, I overthink it and eventually make it out to be something big. I made a doctor’s appointment for Friday just to be safe. My belly was getting bigger and I could barely fit in most of my clothes, I was stuck with big sweaters and leggings. Thank god it was winter because I would not survive the hot weather in thick sweaters.

I was currently in the backyard in one of the benches writing in my journal. I haven’t written in this journal for like months, well not literally but it felt like it. This entry was very simple and not really fascinating, but it still was my pride and joy just like my other entries.

December 22, 2016

Living was the last thing on my mind,

But when you came around,

All I wanted was to live.

Your smile made me feel alive,

You made the tears go away,

You made the pain go away,

You are my sunshine.

I love you more than air, 

I love you more than life itself.

Your voice can calm me down,

Even on the painful nights.

You don’t know how many times you have saved my life,

But I know you saved mine multiple times.

My sunshine……..

It wasn’t much but it was still worth the write. Most of my ideas came from the seasons and my emotions changed with the season too. There was a tap on my shoulder that made me quickly shut the journal and look up, only to come into view with Michael.

“How long have you been standing there?” I ask quickly.

“Whoa don’t kill me I just got here but I was standing there long enough to see your writing.” He says.

“Fucking hell,” I mumble.

“You should really publish your work; it really is a work of art.” He smiles.

“I’d rather not,” I joke.

“No really your writing is good and I think you could go far,” he says.

“I’d rather not,” I joke once again.

“Whatever I’m not going to force you to publish it but think about it,” he says before leaving.

I get up from the bench and walk inside no longer wanting to be alone in the backyard. It’s not that I didn’t like the backyard, I just felt someone or people staring at me.

Something bad was going to happen if I didn’t go inside and I knew it, I had that gut feeling. Right when I got inside it started to snow and I knew that the people that were once starring were now gone. I feel like this wasn’t the first time they were going to come around or be seen. There was questions that needed to be asked and there was answer to be found.

“Ashton,” I call out into our dark bedroom.

“Over here,” he struggles to say.

I could hear in his voice that he was crying, when I rush to his side I see tears down his cheeks and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. I tried to pull the bottle away from him but he gently pushed me away from it.

“Ashton what is wrong and why are you drinking?” I ask.

“Why me,” he cries.

“What’s wrong,” I ask beginning to panic at his actions.

“Why did you choose me over Andrew, he could have provided you a better life,” he cries.

Not this subject again, I thought once we talked about it I would never have to explain it or talk about it ever again.

“Ashton he did something terrible to me and I could never forgive him. I chose you over him because you never did something terrible to me,” I explain.

“But I did,” he cries.

“What did you do,” I ask now starting to get confused.

“Back when we first started… Dating, I cheated on you,” he cries louder this time.

“That is bad but what Andrew was more terrible than cheating on me with a skank.” I say kind of angry.

I didn’t really expect for him to have a confession like that. He began to stop crying a little bit but then started crying again. I have never seen him this emotional before.

“What did he do,” he asks.

“Remember when my dad did what he did,” I start and he nods, “well he was there and he helped my dad, but he got away before I killed him too.” I start to cry and Ashton gets up.

“Where are you going,” I ask.

“I’m going to go find his bitch ass and kill him,” He says casually and leaves.

“Wait,” I yell and run after him.

I was too because he was already leaving the driveway.