triggered - c.hood | au

dieci

c a l u m

"what are you up to, exactly?" ashton questions me as i stand next to him and lean against the bar.

"observing." i hummed.

"who, angelina?" he questions. "what did you do?"

"do you see me doing anything, ashton?" i asked. "like i said, i'm observing."

"the girls did well with her." he nods. "she's not like the others around here."

"no, she's not." i agreed. "i won't allow her to become like that either. it's embarrassing."

"you're embarrassing yet we still put up with you." ashton rolls his eyes. "what's she doing with isabelle?"

"i figured this would happen sooner or later." i shrugged, turning to the bar. "one scotch, on the rocks."

"you left her alone with isabelle?" ashton repeated, and now i knew he was annoyed.

but why?

"why does it bug you so much, we all knew this would happen at one point or another?" i shrugged.

"because isabelle isn't someone that angelina of all people needs in her head." ashton said, and despite wanting to observe how angelina would handle the situation, he was right. "she's a master manipulator, it's what she does. you should know better than anyone, she just continues to use you for a good fuck and you do the same. only difference is that she won't let anyone else have you."

"i'm well aware, irwin." i glared. "though it seems to me that angelina's handled herself just fine, just as predicted."

i sipped at my drink and watched as angelina slipped through the crowd. i told her to follow me, and i figured she was going to listen. but once she locked eyes with me, she turned around and walked the other way.

"bring around more drinks on the floor." i told some of the workers before nodding at ashton and leaving his side to chase after the girl.

i watched as she scurried up the long staircase and went back into her room. and i watched her slam the door shut and i saw the lock adjust as i approached. lightly knocking on the door, all i could i hear is silence, and then the sound of shattering glass, followed by a high pitched scream.

"angelina!" i yelled. "open the damn door!"

"calum!" she screamed, the end of my name muffled by something being pulled over her mouth.

"fuck it." i said, and rammed myself over and over again into the door until it busted open.

but there was no sign of angelina.

all there was, was broken glass from her window shattered all over the floor and a note on the ground with it.

just because she wasn't wanted before doesn't mean she isn't wanted now...

so help me god if the tarantino's took my tarantino, we're going to have a serious problem.

i ran outside, leaving the party and getting into my car.

there's no way out, i wont slow down.

they always beg me to stop once i've gone too far, but i don't really give a fuck.

especially when i'm the one pulling the trigger off.