A Dramatic Turn Of Events

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Ashton's POV

It came all at once, like rain. My love for her, I mean. One second I didn't know, and then BAM. It hit me like a ton of bricks.

Sitting here in the back of the car with her grasping my hand like it's the last shred of hope she has. And I'm sure of it now. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I feel this way about her, and I want her to feel the same way. But I'm afraid to tell her at the same time. I've managed to screw up every good thing in my life. And I can't lose her. But if confessing my love for her will hurt her then I think I don't have a choice. As I've explained many times before, I have secrets. A lot of them. And I know for a fact that after they're out in the open that her feelings for me, if they exist, will fade instantly.

But if I don't tell her the guilt will eat me alive, I know this because it already is. I should have told her already. How do I expect her to trust me if she knows nothing about me. I know everything I need to know about her. She is..was, i guess, a shy, and smart girl. She never did or thought about doing anything dangerous or impulsive. She was content with disappearing into the crowd. And now she's a broken girl, riddled with a constant fear of being slaughtered by the same people who killed her parents. And I hate them for killing her parents, it not like I had some sentimental attachment to them, it's just that they took some of Astrid when they took her parents. And for that I would gladly choke the life out of them.

We arrive at the airport two hours early so we can get through customs a bit quicker. Thankfully our fake IDs and passports went through without a problem. Now all we had was a twelve hour flight to freedom.

Astrid's POV

-after the flight-

I'm awoken from a blissful sleep by a hand on my shoulder, softly shaking me.

"Astrid."

Ahh, my name sounds brand new when it comes from his mouth.

"Astrid." He whispers again with his voice as soft a silk. I would sit here and pretend to be sleeping all day just to hear my name escape his lips just a few more times. But I want to see him, not just hear him.

"Ashton." I said in the same tone of voice, as my emerald eyes fluttered open to face his uniquely beautiful Hazel ones. He let out a low chuckle, he was probably sleeping too. "Come on, we're here sweetheart." He said reaching for my hand to help me up.

Ahh, I love it when he calls me that.

"Ugh. I don't wanna move."I said, and shut my eyes again. But they shot open as I was lifted out of the seat.

"Problem solved." He said nonchalantly with that sexy side-ways smirk that I love to see on him. He continues to carry me bridal style as we exit the plane, and enter the airport in Italy.

"You can put me down now." I said, even though I was enjoying it. Like a lot.

"Eh, I don't mind." He paused for a moment. "Besides, your clumsiness could be a hazard to the innocent citizens in the airport."

"I resent that!" I said harshly, and playfully landed a punch on his arm.

Eventually he put me down so he could use the restroom before we left the building. As I stood outside waiting for Ashton, and Lee I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I was just being paranoid, but I feel like I'm being watched. I shift my gaze around the crowd to look for anything that would raise alarm.

But after about two or three minutes of looking around I decided that if there was any kind of danger out here Ashton wouldn't have left me out here alone, and I would have spotted it by now.

And then, this feeling in the pit of my stomach. It almost feels as if I'm being watched. I scope the crowd again, and there they are. I see them. One of them was standing in line for the water fountain subtly glancing at me. I felt a rush of panic, but there were more. At least three or four more of them surrounding me. Two of them are try to look like they're having a casual conversation, but failing epically. I think about making a run for it, but I think they can sense my tension. They begin to walk towards me..

I whisper to my self. "Holy fucking shit."

Authors note:

First off, I'm SO SO sorry for making you wait so long for such a short chapter. & for leaving you on a cliff hanger like this. ;)

I've been quite busy, and a bit at a loss for words you might say.

I knew what I wanted to happen but I couldn't put it into words.

"My thoughts are stars, and I cannot fathom into constitutions."

For any of my Fault Fanatics out there. ❤️

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-Terra.