《apartment 201• a.i》

five

{Jay}

"Your mother, was a, very very pretty women" He devilishly said, it made my breath instantly halt in my throat and my eyes go wide.

"W-what" I said, my voice hoarse. I didn't understand any of this and I was getting even more scared than I already was. I didn't know this level of being scared even existed.

"Your mother, the first time I saw her, I knew she would be different.." He said slowly pacing the room, teasing me with this information that I didn't know "she was so sweet, nice...gentle. But then that asshole that you call your father stepped into the picture."

"My father was always in the picture" I interrupted, immediately remembering what he'd said before.

He just glared at me, but that was enough to shut me up. "Yes, but your mother would always talk to me, I felt like I actually had her. She would joke and just have casual conversations with me, I knew she was already married with a child. I tried to pull myself away from her, tried to stop having feelings towards her" he said, his voice almost going into a growl "she was just so irresistible to me. Everyday was worse and worse. I eventually grew to hate her, out of complete jealously, I didn't give a fuck. She started talking to me less and less and it drove me insane." He paused for a while trying not to go crazy talking about it and at this point I don't think my eyes could get any wider, I had no idea where was going with this story, hell, I didn't even know if it was true. It might be some messed up story he's telling to screw with me.

"After about a three weeks of not speaking to her, I had finally lost it, I started searching for her. And now I'm getting to the good part" he smiled that sinister smile he always does and winked at me, my breathing started to get shaky and short. "I found her walking on the sidewalk one day, and I thought to myself, this is way to easy. She was carrying bags, I'm guessing for you and her husband, just that little thought irritated me to the full extent. I searched this whole damn place for my rope and duct tape, after I finally found it, I was like a kid in a candy store, I was smiling wide and laughing as I walked out the door, inching closer to her. She didn't even see my coming." He chuckled, seeing my frightened face, I was so close to tears at that point, but I pushed them away, I couldn't let him see that. "After I had her in my grasp, she struggled and screamed, like you did. It was no use though, my strength overpowering hers. I found a chair in the house, away from everything. I forced her into the chair, tied her arms behind the chair, tied her legs and ankles to the base of the chair, I wanted to make her suffer like I did after she left me. And finally I put the duct tape over her mouth, it muffled her cries and screams."

The tears brimmed my eyes and I seen Ashton look over to me, in pity. He was outraged, it was obvious he was using all his power to not attack the man.

"Then I walked away, laughing at the situation, going to my collection of knifes I had, I grabbed two of my best and made sure they were extra sharp, just for her..." he trailed off for a while, smiling at this disgusting story. "I walked over to her then, once she saw the possessions in my hand her face went immediately pale, kinda like yours now. I made her look at the knifes and I made her look at her arms when I started making the incisions. She cried and constantly begged me to stop, again I just laughed. I made my way from her forearms to her shoulder and collarbone. I was so close now and I paused then, smiling, she cried the hardest she ever did as the metal touched her throat. I started lightly then got more forceful until I ended it." He said, still keeping the same smile on his face.

I wanted nothing more than to kick and punch him repetitively, but I knew it was no use. He would crush me like a bug. Instead I somehow managed to push away the tears for a while. Until I started thinking about my mom again. Me and my father never found out how she died, it was suddenly and we were devastated. We never understood how after all the time they had no lead to how it happened. Now it's all clear to me, this sick bastard did it. I didn't even know he was in her life. Obviously he wasn't important to her if she never mentioned him. I just wish she was still here, so I could talk to her like I did before, she was honestly my best friend. I could talk to her about anything. Tears forced through this time and a few slipped onto my cheeks, I tried to wipe them off without him noticing, luckily I was successful with that.

"H-how did they not find you, what did you do with her?" I questioned quickly. I had so many questions, that he would probably never even answer.

"They didn't find me cause I'm a sneaky bastard. And what I did with her body, well let me just say, it involved my stove down in the basement.." He said, that last sentence making me sick to my stomach. I thought these type of people only existed in the crime shows, I still couldn't wrap my head around this whole thing, it was all so new to me.

This man killed my mother, and he burned her to ashes. I couldn't bare being here anymore, I had to get out, get out of this jail, get out of this town.

I wish I could run and tell my dad what I know now.

I wish I could escape this entire town.

I wish I could just talk to Ashton for the rest of my life.

Most of all I wish my mom could be here, I wouldn't be here right now if she was still alive.

"You can leave now" he said coldly, putting his feet up of the table that looked like it was about to break.

I got up quickly and walked to the door, Ashton was right on my trail, he stayed quiet. I don't really think he knew what to say to me. I sat down in a corner and brought my knees to my chest once again. Ashton sat right next to me, our shoulders touching. I sat there, just thinking for a long while. Eventually the tears came again and this time they flowed out. I started to sob and Ashton put his arm around me and pulled me in right away. He rubbed circles on my back and comforted me the entire time I cried. I was surprised when he didn't let go.

"Thank you Ash" I said, my voice hoarse from crying so much.

"Anything for you" he whispered, still with his arms around me tightly.

"No really, thank you, you don't have any idea how much this means to me, h-how much you mean to me. I haven't had someone actually comfort and care about me for as long as I can remember" I said as we finally pulled away from the long embrace.

"Everyone has someone who cares about them" he said, looking at the ground and then to me "looks like you find the one who really does." He had that grin on his face that makes me smile every time and now I finally know,

Ashton Irwin was going to keep me from falling apart.

(AN: I actually really love this chapter, I didn't even know where I was going with it half the time but it turned out pretty good, I think at least. I hope you keep reading and you can leave me comments on what you liked/disliked about this chapter and other chapters. Thanks for readying ily)