(Second book for Forever Yours)
You went back to L.A and cried for months. Until one day you just stopped. It felt like you wasted your time being sad for nothing. You thought you were over him, but that changes when you see him on set of Avengers I...
"I have to pee." I said weakly with my head hung low.
"You can hold it." Ashton said from the couch while eating and watching tv.
"Please..." I said.
He groaned and slammed his food down on the coffee table in front of him. "Fine!"
He walked over and untied me. I tried my best to stand up. My legs felt like they were barely there. He pushed me and I fell to the floor. I picked myself back up and stumbled to the bathroom.
"You have three minutes!" He yelled outside the door.
That's all I need.
I took the pole from the shower and a few razors from the sink. Until the time came I sat there formulating my plan.
Ashton came banging on the door. "Time's up!" He opened up the door and I whacked him in the head really hard causing him to fall to the ground. He started to get back up groaning, but I hit him again.
I dropped the pole and took off running. The adrenaline was flowing through my veins as I ran for my life. I heard footsteps behind me, I turned to see Ashton running after me at full speed with a weapon in his hands.
This only made me run faster. As soon as I got out of the building I ran across the street almost getting hit by a car. Ashton wasn't too far behind me.
People looked shocked at the sight of what was happening, some even took photos. I continued running until I saw a familiar place.
Time Square.
I turned in that direction and ran down the road. I ran in the middle of the crowd of people...just like Steve Rogers did in Captain America: The First Avenger.
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FOCUS!!!
I got stopped by a few people taking pictures of me. I'm pretty sure I looked like shit. Then a few people from the press came over and snapped photos of me.
A tight grip found its way around my throat and waist. It was none other than Ashton. People formed a circle around us as sirens wailed in the distance.
"You thought you could get away?" He asked in my ear. I stared at the cameras with pleading eyes. More pictures were snapped as I felt my adrenaline wearing off. "You can never escape me." He growled.
The police pulled up in their cars then got out pointing their guns at us. A few bystanders screamed.
"Let go of her and put your hands on your head now!" One officer shouted.
Ashton pulled out a knife and held it to my throat once again. More people screamed in fear.
"Please don't do this." I begged in shuttered breaths. "Think of all we've done together. Think about our lives Ash."
