It's Just Life

King Of Avoiding Stuff

"Please Ashton. Please." More tears slithered their way on to my face and eventually fell to the ground. I didn't wipe them away, it wouldn't do any good since they'd be replaced with new ones immediately. Ashton still stood there, unsure of what to do. He silently watched as more tears emerged on to my face. He turned around so his back was facing me, as if he was trying to forget the whole situation happening around him. I could see his head whipping around almost in a hysterical manner, like he was desperately trying to visibly see some kind of solution for this. The hand was shaking badly, it's fidgeting clearly visible against his jeans. It made me want to go and grab the whole thing and squeeze so tight that the shaking would reduce but I, for the what felt like 50th time forced myself to stay put.

Turn around. Turn around and let's go. Turn around. Or I'm going to have to go by myself. Turn around, now. Turn around. Please Ashton, turn around.

If the situation wasn't so horrific and panicked I would've laughed about the dramatic atmosphere and probably made an unnecessary scene out of it, but not this time. This time my mind was zoomed on getting away.

Slowly, so slowly his head whipped back to watch me, eyes locking with mine. He uncertainly turned his whole body into my direction and came closer. It took only one big stride from him to reach me.

"You're going to tell me everything later. Absolutely everything." I furiously nodded my head as momentarily relief surfaced into my stomach, making me see the situation more cleary. After a reassuring look from him and more of desperate nodding from me he quickly took my extended hand in his and started running to the crossroad, which was in eyes sight glimmering in the horizon. I slightly stumbled before getting my balance back and dashed away with him, my legs pumping faster than his. I tried to maintain the fast pace, which didn't work out that well since he had my hand making a proper acceleration really hard to reach. I ignored it and took a hasty look back. I regretted my decision instantly as I saw what was looming behind us. The familiar black sedan car was fastly approaching down the street, its tires screeching against the tarmac. The windows were tinted but I could imagine who was on the other side of the glass, staring at me with pure calculation and hunting in the eyes. All the feminism and kindness from her face would be gone and she would look like ready to kill. I gulped at the thought and turned back around just to be whipped to the right from a forceful pull. We had made it to the crossroad and Ashton had dragged me to the right of it. I didn't know where we were going. My lungs were burning but I kept on stumbling with him, full of fear of the car, of the woman, who was somewhere behind us. I didn't want to know exactly where.

"My house...is only...a minute away." He's breathless voice sparked a small wave of hope in me and I forced myself to go faster. The crossroad was far behind as a new one came in sight. We didn't run that far as another forceful pull made my body lurch -this time to the left- and run across a small pathway. I tried to lift my head up to get even a small glimpse of the house, but could only reach a small stripe of wooden wall and blue paint. Or sky, I wasn't quite sure which one. After striding up to a small porch Ashton threw the door open, which was for some reason unlocked. In some other situation I would've asked why, they made it pretty easy for robbers to steal all of their property. In a normal situation I would've imagined people with black ski masks and large duffel bags with weapons in them just walk straight in and steal everything from the tv to knitting needles.

But this time the question of the open door or the image of muscular guys with AK-47's conquering their house didn't even cross my mind. All I wanted was to get out of sight. I was in a stampede mode, so I dashed inside as Ashton kept the door open for me. He slammed it securely close behind me and locked it while falling to lean against it. Relief filled the house, with our breathless wheezes and the house hold items purring softly in the background. We both stood there, he leaning on the door breathing heavily and me just staring at him in the middle of the hallway with my hands on my knees. I was probably mudding the carpet, which after a quick look turned out to be a colorful rag rug. I turned my attention from the rug to my surroundings and found myself standing in a warmly covered hallway. I could see some modern stairs, a glimpse of a small kitchen on the far right and an open, cozy living room with a huge tv dominating the room right in front of me. The walls were covered in pictures of Ashton, Harry and some girl. I presumed that the girl was their sister, the dimples and brown eyes catching my attention and making it easier to find similarities. In some of the pictures her huge belly covered the upper parts of her legs, which reminded me that Ashton's sister was pregnant. I should ask him if she already got the baby, to be honest I didn't remember if he said anything about it before. I turned back to Ashton and found him slighty smiling at me and walking past me. I could see his canoe sized shoes carelessly laying in the middle of the hallway.