Rough Waters (Sequel to Falling Hard)

Rough Waters - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

            Everything is set. Ashley’s escape plan is planned, perfected and about to be put into action. “All I need to do is make sure that dimwitted guards doesn’t hear anything or see me…then I’m home free… Minus the damn fence, Ashley mutters to herself with her hand on her chin, silently bobbing up and down.

            The guard walks by a few seconds later with Ashley still muttering her plot to herself. “Parker!” the guard yells. Ashley flinches backwards, hitting her head off the cold, cement wall. Trying to bite back a laugh, the guard talks over Ashley’s groaning. “What are you doing talking to yourself at three o’clock in the morning?”

            Ashley’s heart picks up. Her palms become clammy and her face flushes. How was she supposed answer that? “Uhm…just thinking out loud. I had a nightmare… I just needed to talk it through I guess.” Ashley smiles weakly, rubbing her now sore head in the process.

            “It was about someone almost drown –”

            “No!” the guard yells rather abruptly, cutting Ashley off. “I don’t want to know.” Shaking his head, he walks off not wanting to her to start again causing him to have to stand and listen to her all night.

            As the guard walks away from her cell, Ashley silently praises the fact that he thinks she’s psychopathic. (A/N Don’t you all agree? HAHA!)

            Tomorrow is the day that Ashley’s insane plan is put into action. So Ashley lays down and dreams of EXACTLY how she was going to get her revenge on Miss Katelyn Anne Wright.

            It isn’t pretty.

Liam creeps slowly down the hallway to ensure he doesn’t wake three of the boys up.

            Liam stops in front of a door. Taking a deep breath, Liam knocks on the door and awaits the reaction on the other side. His heart picks up speed and he has the strangest urge to run away from the door or throw up. But Liam just stands his ground, knocking once more.

            There is a groan on the other side of the door, followed by a faint thump and shuffling feet. The door is flung open, revealing a rather disheveled Louis Tomlinson. His hair is stuck up at odd angles; his stormy eyes are clouded more than normal. Sleep deprivation at its work.

            “Harry,” Louis groans without looking up. “Not now. I can’t sl –”

            Louis had finally looked into Liam’s soft chocolate brown eyes. “What do you want, Payne?” Louis asks, more annoyed then the time a fan came up and gave him carrots when that joke was so old. “I don’t want to hear anything from you during the day…what makes you think the middle of the night is any different?”

            “Louis, just let me ex –”

            Louis’ eyes flash with anger. “Explain, Payne? What is there to explain? You were obviously with Eleanor. You were obviously k –” Louis takes a deep breath and continues – “kissing her! There is nothing you can do or say that can make me believe otherwise.” Louis catches his breath before adding, “I don’t want to hear anymore. Good night, Payne,” and slamming the door in Liam’s face.

            Liam’s still facing the door a few minutes later, a shocked expression plastering his complexion. “But Louis…,” Liam says to no one while turning around and sliding down the door frame. “I just wanted a chance…it’s not what you think…”