Conspiracy (Sequel to Hypocrisy)

Chapter 9

As I was scrubbing blood off of my pants, all I could think about was how familiar this was. I remember cleaning myself up after Austin's beatings. I remember the time it took to make a big scrape stop bleeding. God, I remember all of this stuff from what he used to do to me, and now there's nothing different.

No, Austin didn't beat me this time, but he didn't stop it from happening. I hadn't talked to him about that yet, mainly because I've been too busy cleaning myself up and covering the already showing bruises.

He walked right past me, and didn't do anything. Our eyes fucking locked, yet he failed to take any type of action, and just let it happen. We weren't even together and we were still experiencing drama, just like when we were. I haven't confronted Austin about the whole 'I was getting the shit beat out of me and you didn't fucking do anything' yet, but I was going to. Having no where else to go, I was still in his house (well, I've locked myself in his bathroom since Jack left)

A knock on the bathroom crashed my train of thought and caused me to shutter. Alright, how's the time to face your problems Ashby.

"Y-Yes?" I called out, fucking stuttering like usual. Sweat lined my forehead and I shuddered against the door of the bathroom, thinking about what Austin may do to me. Please don't let him lay a hand on me. I don't want this.

"Alan? It's been three hours and you haven't came out yet." Austin said, his hand trying to open the door, but failing due to the fact that the door was locked. Standing up, I unlocked it so that the next time he tried to open it, he'd succeed. My plan was confirmed as Austin got the door open and we stood face to face.

"What do you want?" I sassed, putting my hand across my chest in attempt to look somewhat intimidating. Let's face it, a skinny ass ginger doesn't look at all scary.

"I'm sorry. I promised Jack that if he ever came face to face with you that he could beat you and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. At the time I agreed because I hated you with a flaming passion and I couldn't back out. I'm sorry." Austin explained. Rolling my eyes, I pushed Austin out of the way. I couldn't stand his bullshit excuses anymore because he's been giving them to me since day one.

"Alan! Where are you going?!" Austin called after me. Turning around to face him, I shrugged. Really, I didn't know where I was going. I didn't have anywhere to go and I knew that, I just couldn't face Austin or be around him right now. I'm running away again, but I don't think I have a problem with that. Really, I've never had a problem with it when I started running, because it benefited me and my selfish needs. All in all, here we go again, continuing the circle of Alan Ashby's life.

Grabbing Phil's keys, I ran out of the house quickly before Austin caught up to me. I slid into the car and just sat there for a second. Austin was coming towards the car and I let him. Maybe a simple conversation could change things. Austin seemed confused for a second that I wasn't moving the car, but was grateful nonetheless.

"Alan, can we talk before you leave?" Austin asked, out of breath from the run to the house to my car. I nodded, giving him a gesture telling him to continue.

"I'm sorry that Jack did that but I have no control over him. Jack is Jack and yeah, I could've stopped him from hitting you then, but he'd find you and make it ten times worse. I didn't want that for you." Austin explained again. It did make sense, but I would never admit that. We were fighting and I wasn't going to let him win. Plus I was still covered in bruises that hurt like a mother trucker. No, I wasn't going to let this slide.

"Fuck off Austin. You've hurt me so much and I'm done. Okay? I'm done. Now that we've talked, I'm leaving." I said, backing up the car before Austin could say anything. Rolling up the window, I sped off of Austin's street and away from heartbreak itself (A/N okay so that was like a reference from what, chapter 6 of hypocrisy. You go Hay)

Tears started forming in my eyes as I realised what I had done. I ran away again, from him. Last night was perfect and just like old times, I found myself. With Austin, I always happen to find out who I am, the Alan Ashby I want to be. I'm lost again, and it's all my fault.

My vision was becoming more and more blurred as I turned the roads to get away from his house. His house was deep in the woods so I'd have to go through about 2938282929292 more roads until I finally would cross paths with another car. At the moment, this is a good thing because I couldn't see really well. Yeah, I should pull over because that would be safe but then I would still be close to the brown headed boy that I wanted everything to do with.

It was when I saw bright lights and heard the honking noises that I knew I should've just pulled over.

The sound was terrible, the metal caving in. Blood flew in front of my face, but it wasn't my own. The impact from the crash flung me out of the windshield, and when my head hit the windshield, I was out. But I knew that Austin lived on a mountain and that this wasn't going to end well.

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AUTHORS NOTE

SHIT IM SO SORRY!!!! Alright, so this chapter may be terrible written but fuck it.