The Girl They Never Noticed

Chapter 52

Jaycee's POV:

"Ashton. Ash please answer me.." I begged for the millionth time. He just sat there, staring at the ceiling like a deranged lunatic.

"Ashton. Robert. Freaking. Michals. Please. For the love of pizza and french fries answer me!" 

What the hell did I just say? No guy ever says that. Ever!

Gee thanks Alexis and please get the hell out my head.

"Tell me again." He said, still staring at the ceiling like a giraffe whose neck is cramped in the wrong position.

"Tell you what you moron?"

"Don't BS me Royce. You know what!" He yelled, the paint on the wall of my patio starting to crumble a little from the impact of his punch.

He's genuinely starting to freak me out.

He made me repeat the story of what we did to Giovanni's brother almost twenty million and ten times. I'm getting sick of hearing it.

I get it. 

I made a mistake. 

I beat his brother into the next dimension until he had to be admitted to a mental institute. His nose is still some what pointing in the wrong direction. I would know because I paid the dirtbag a visit. What Ashton doesn't understand was that he hid drugs at our headquarters and called the police. Idiot wasn't acquainted with this this cool thing called DNA evidence and surveillance cameras.  But before the cops could arrive, I beat them to his place and beat the ever living daylights out of his system. That would teach him to mess with us. His brother came from whichever hole he was hiding in and wanted to know where his precious brother is. Sucks for him because no one knows except LAPD and God. I think what Ash didn't especially like was the fact that Sebastian covered for me and said I had nothing to do with Adam being beaten to a pulp.

"I said I'm sorry. Ash I didn't know Giovanni would kill her. I didn't know he was even going to go after you. Do you think I would've even let you go? You're my brother! I won't let anything happen to you." I tried to reason with him but he wouldn't have any of it.

"Do you think sorry is going to fix this? That having family in law enforcement means you get to get away with all the crap you did? That it will bring her back to us? It doesn't make it right Royce and that worst part about this whole scenario is that you don't seem to think that it was your fault."

"I did acknowledge my mistake Ashton and I did apologize, even told you that I had no clue he would come after you precisely. What else am I supposed to do?"

"Nothing. Don't do anything. I think you've done plenty."

"So are you okay?" I asked, alarmed by his sudden calmness.

"I will be after one thing." He replied without even looking at my general direction.

"What's that?" I asked, and I honestly wish I didn't.

Three seconds after I asked that forsaken question, his bloodied fist made direct contact with my right cheek. I felt a strong jolt of electricity run down my right half as I fell with a thump on the floor, careful not to land on my injured arm.

"Holy mother of all things holy!" I yelled, losing my eyesight for a few seconds. My hearing must've temporarily stopped because all of the sudden I started hearing the idiots inside screaming at the Xbox; oblivious to everything that just happened.

"I guess that makes us even then?" I ask, wiping the blood off my nose with the back of my hand.

"Now you could actually go and get a decent nose job you ugly freak of nature." He said, lifting me off the ground, not quite answering my question. Before I could even open my mouth, he punched my stomach - I mean extremely toned abs - very forcefully I knocked down my mom's favorite vase on my grand journey to the floor. She is going to disown me and send me to an orphanage in Cambodia.