tell 'em that it's my birthday!
when i party like that
every night's my birthday!
fucking hate that song but ayYyYyyE its mah burffdayy c;
>>ASHLYN'S POV<<
Okay, Ashlyn, calm down. Just fucking focus, maybe Jordan will understand and at least not call the cops on me when he finds out.
Oh, wait, they're already here.
"My phone is in my front pocket," I said quickly, "Fucking quickly!" I yelled immediately, Landon looking around from where he was standing, slowly walking down the sidewalk on the other side of the road.
"Don't threaten a police officer! You're already in trouble," the police officer in front of me hissed gruffly. He grabbed my phone from my pocket, unlocking it.
"What's his name," he monotonously commanded, glaring at me.
"Jordan, he's the only one in my contacts," I replied quickly. After a few moments of just him staring at the screen, I grew even more impatient. "Can you do it any fucking slower?!"
He glared at me before bringing the phone to his ear. "Hello? This is Officer Wilson, and I'm at the 7-11 gas station. This person attempted to steal a bottle of liquor and a pack of cigar- Yes, okay, thank you."
He hung up and glared at me for the next tense minute, slipping my phone in my pocket again while I continued to nervously glance out the window for both Landon and Jordan; I wasn't sure who I would be more terrified of facing.
My eyes widened when I saw Landon walking straight across the street, and I immediately desperately tried to grab for my hat, before realizing I was still handcuffed and unable to do anything.
Shit! I have to get out! Right now! Landon is almost here!
I felt the grip on me from behind loosen slightly, and immediately I acted on reflex.
I threw my head back and clenched my teeth when I felt the back of my head come in contact with his forehead. Ouch. Been a while since I've done that shit.
I heard him groan loudly and fall back and I imemdiately turned around and kicked the gun off of his belt, also in the leg, watching him squirm on the floor in agony.
The officer in front of my reacted immediately, diving towards him, and I momentarily saw the flashing of the pair of keys on his belt, although I saw no gun. I turned around at the last minute and forced myself back, shoving my back against him, crouching so the metal of the handcuffs hit him hard in the crotch.
"Shit!" he cursed, and I opened my palm to grab the set of many keys on the left side of his belt.
I made sure to roundhouse kick the employee that originally called the cops on me, although it was easy since he was standing there in shock, unable to move.
"Come on, come on," I muttered, trying to trudge through the stacks of items that had fallen onto the floor quickly, turning around to exit the store, a frantic look on my face.
When I whipped around, my eyes widened as I saw Jordan standing there, a look of shock present on his features.
"Fuck," I whispered. "Um, hi?"
We both stood still, staring at each other, the silence only breaking when the door opened again behind Jordan.
I looked at the person momentarily, having to double take.
Landon.
His eyes widened as well, and shock took over his face, leaving me with only a small frame of time to escape.
I ran towards Jordan, grabbing his hand, clutching onto it with my still handcuffed wrists, my skin screaming from the sharp metal.
"Come on!" I hissed through clenched teeth, dragging Jordan, making him run faster. "Faster!"
He yelped as I dove straight into bushes that guarded the entrance of the woods that I had used to enter this side of Lowell after my shelter was destroyed.
"Uncuff me!" I hissed, crouching beside him and watching him falter in fear slightly before I tossed him the keys.
He stared at me for a bit, before I motioned for him to do it. "Come on, Jordan!" I whispered harshly.
He immediately uncuffed me with shaky hands, the metal falling to the ground, and I let out a breath of gratitude and relief from the sharp edges.
"How did you know my na--" he began, but I covered his mouth with my palm, turning him around and holding him in a gentle headlock, peeking out the small cracks from the bushes, watching Landon standing across the street, a gun present in his hand before he grimaced and ran off to the opposite direction.
I released Jordan, backing up and leaning against a large tree, panting.
"Who are you?" Jordan asked shakily. "What the fuck is going on?! Where is Pete?!"
"Put fucking two and two together, Jordan!" I said, aggravated from the events that had just transpired.
He scrunched up his eyebrows. "What?"
I groaned as I saw blood seep through my sweatshirt. A previous cut must have opened.
"I'm Pete, idiot," I said, out of breath and growing more and more impatient.
"Pete's a guy," Jordan immediately responded.
"Well not anymore, is he?!" I retorted, leaning my head against the rough bark and groaning.
His eyebrows raised incredibly quickly before he narrowed his eyes. "I don't believe you."
"Stop acting like an annoying housewife," I said, quoting myself and throwing my phone at him to prove it, also tugging off my hoodie to show him the tattoos and array of cuts.
"No... fucking... way..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "Pete..."
"Ashlyn. It's Ash," I interrupted, my eyes closing again in exhaustion.
When I opened them again, Jordan's eyes were narrowed and looking straight at me.
"What other lies have you kept from me?"
Shit.
omfg that just happened? xD
GUESS THE FUCK WHAT?! i started listening to marianas trench's first album 'fix me' and holy fucking shit there's this song called 'skin and bones' and it's about bulimia since the singer Josh Ramsay (my profile pic) was bulimic and holy fucking shit just read these lyrics from part of the song ;--;
Well sometimes it burns
Baby I'll wash it out
It all looks so big
Never mind, I don't feel anything
It only hurt a bit
I still feel like shit
And I think you won't be able to recognize me now
It's easier to quit
It's harder to admit and
You're pushing me, you're fucking pushing me!
Feeling so easy
Make me skin and bones
I'm always on my knees for you
You break like it's even
When you're leaving it
Thin, where have you been?
just. ;--; and his song 'lover dearest' was dedicated to his old heroin addiction and just AH I CANT DEAL ITS ALL SO SAD?
none of my friends know who marianas trench is bc theyre not that popular in america ;c
comment 'Jarold II' if you actually this whole thing lmao bye
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-Sunny
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