brenton's girl

nineteen

Tonys pov -

I grabbed my bookbag and slung it over my shoulder. I shut my car door and walked into my house. I shut the front door and tossed my keys on the table, I grabbed a thing of Pringles and walked upstairs to my room.

I pushed the door open and walked to my desk, I sat at my chair and opened my laptop and signed into my school page. I used my phone and study guide to do the math and copied the answers to my paper.

I wasn't the greatest at math, but I did survive the subject with a C. "Antonio," I looked to my left, seeing my baby sister standing at my door front.

"Hey Abby." I said and stood from my chair. I walked to her and picked her up. Abby was four years old, she had brown hair like me, dark green eyes, and tan skin.

"You has a visitor." She said in her baby voice that she hasn't really grown out of just yet.

"Hey." I looked in the hallway and saw Sam. She bit her lip slightly and fiddled with her book bag string.

"Hey Abby, momma will be here in a few minutes. Go ahead and get your room cleaned up, okay?" She nodded her head and I put her down and watched her run down the hallway past Sam and into her room.

"Why weren't you at school today?" I asked Sam and let her in my room. There was a thick tension here and we both knew it.

"I was talking to someone - sorta anyways. They're kinda important." She said and sat on my bed. She opened her bag and started going through it, getting paper.

"I've never been one to try and control you Sam but so is your education." I said and she smiled slightly. "What happened?"

She didn't say anything, instead she took a deep breath and passed me a paper. I opened it and began reading.

Sam, it's been years, I know. I've finally gotten my rights to communication. I can't get parole or bail just yet but I'm working on it. I've been trying so hard to get out of here, I hope you know that. Daddy misses you so much baby. I know my sister is watching out for you and is taking care of you but I can't help but worry. I love you so much babygirl and I hope to see you very soon
Love, dad.

I looked at Sam in disbelief. Her dad has been locked up for ten years now for killing members of wayside. He hasn't been in contact with her until this. She bit the inside of her cheek and sighed.

"Should I send him a letter back?" She asked. "Does he even deserve one?"

"Baby you know how I feel about this. It's all up to you. I don't want me to get in between any type of relationship with him. It's up to you." I explained folding the note up.

"What would you do?" She asked and I shook my head no. I couldn't tell her what I would do. My opinion isn't going to help her since I'm part of wayside. "Ok, imma wait, but I'll write him a letter soon. I just have to prepare myself and figure out what imma say."

"Okay, that's good." I said and she hugged me. I rubbed her back and kissed her head.

Vivian's pov

I followed behind Ashton, my hand in his as he walked inside the large house, I had no clue where all of this money came from. "This is your house?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Where does your mom live?" I asked. I didn't mention is late sister, no matter how much I wanted to know about her.

"With my dad." He said, then sighed and faced me. "My mom and dad have been married for thirty- something years. They live in the suburbs."

"Okay." I smiled and stood on my tiptoes, I pressed a kiss against his lips. "What're we doing?"

"I need to get a few things. Then you're going back to your house."

"Can you show me something?"

"What do you want to see?" I looked around the living space but didn't see any pictures, then I spotted one on a bookshelf.

"You read?" I asked walked up to touch the books, I looked down at the picture. It was clearly a young picture of Ashton, but what caught me off guard was the little girl sitting on his lap. No older than three. "Is this her?" I asked picking up the frame. Seconds later it was snatched from my hands and my jaw was being tugged forward.

"Hands off."

"Okay." I walked away and looked around some more, I spotted an all too familiar ash colored gun strewn on the coffee table. "My gun."

"My gun." Ashton corrected. I looked at him and picked it up, I loved the weight of it. The gun it's self was perfect.

"I picked it out." I said smiling. "I should have technically kept it. You did try to kill me with it."

"Don't make me try again." He threatened and took it from my hands. I groaned and watched him put it on the highest shelf of the bookshelf.

"I could get it if I wanted to." I said. "I'm not that short." Ashton raised his brow at me and smirked, he grabbed my chin and tapped his fingers against my cheek.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you."

I rolled my eyes and continued walking around. I didn't know what Ashton was doing tonight, but the fact her brought me around for just a little bit proved a step in the right direction. I tried to explain my feelings towards him to myself, tried to understand what I was feeling but nothing was making sense. Everything was fast.

"Let's go." Ashton said. I saw him place a gun in the back of his waistband but didn't pay attention to it. I grew up around guns and violence, him being part of it didn't bother me. "Why're you just standing there. Let's go."

"I think I'm falling for you." I said abruptly. "I've known you for months. We've stayed in contact for that whole time period and now you're here. I think I'm falling for you Ashy."

I didn't know what I expected him to say or do, but yanking my wrist and dragging me out of the house wasn't part of it. "Get in the fucking car, Vivian."

"Ashy," I quickly sat in the seat and watching him sit in the drivers side. He glared out the window and then looked at me. "Im sorry."

"Stop talking."

"Why're you so scared to let me in?" I asked.

"Stop fucking talking." He yelled and hit the steering wheel. "Stop it Vivian." I nodded my head and closed my eyes. My heart was throbbing against my chest, but I wouldn't allow my tears to fall. I wanted him to know that whatever his reasoning is, he didn't have to live like this. He didn't have to resist any type of emotional connection. "Buckle up."

I didn't move, I just kept my eyes closed and focused on my breathing. "Fucking Christ, Vivian." I opened my eyes and looked Ashton as he leaned over the console and grabbed my seatbelt, he buckled it for me.

"Where're you taking me?" I asked.

"Home."