Ashton's P.O.V.
Do you ever get in your car - ready to drive somewhere - and then you end up in the last place you expected to be? Well, I guess that explains how I'm stood outside Aoife's flat right now. The light downpour that had begun this morning was now transformed into a full-blown storm. Rain was coming down in sheets and my scruffy hair was matted to my forehead. I clutched my jacket tighter to me as I approached the warm-looking apartment. Funny; it looks exactly the same as when I left four days ago - yet so much has changed.
I would've kept my distance for longer if I knew that's what she wanted - but since my calls and texts have been ignored - this is the only way forward. Even Luke hasn't heard from her, which is really strange, because I know they hit it off quite well.
My worry only increased as I reached out to knock on the door; only to find that it was already unlocked.
Hesitantly, I pushed it open and gasped as my eyes landed on the chaos before me. The book shelf was hanging by its hinge, and the array of books that had once been arranged alphabetically were now scattered randomly across the floor. The house was dark beside from the dim glow coming from the living room - which I assumed was from where I had turned the lamp on the other night.
"Aoife?" I called out timidly - hoping to be answered with her gentle voice.
Instead, everywhere remained silent.
I could feel my heart rate picking up as it dawned on me that she wasn't here. I knew something wasn't right; I just had a gut feeling. This whole time I've been waiting for her to call... God dammit, Ashton! I should have just come round sooner.
Who would do this to her house? A burglar?
That can't be right. Aoife's the most responsible person I know - she wouldn't just leave her door unlocked. Someone must have had a key. But that's impossible, too. The only people who knows where she hides her spare key is me and...
Matt.
Aoife's P.O.V.
I've lost track of the days. I don't know how long I've been here - or how long I'm going to be. I was so naive to think that Matt would let me go. Of course he won't. Maybe I was wrong... Maybe there was never any good in him at all. He's a sick and twisted human being, and I only hope that one day he gets what he deserves.
For now, though, I just have to sit tight and wait. Ashton's smart; he'll figure out something's wrong. That's if he even knows I'm missing. What if he thinks I ran away? What if he thinks I'm gone for good? He knows I'd never leave him without saying goodbye.
In fact, I wouldn't leave him, period.
Matt took my phone so I can't even see if Ash has tried calling me. I just want to get out of here. I feel like one of those girls in a movie. You know, the really cliché ones where they're captured but then saved by their knight in shining armour? Yeah, it feels a lot worse in real life, trust me. Plus, I haven't been rescued - I'm stuck here.
It's freezing cold in this bloody basement, and being half-naked isn't helping that matter. My hair feels rotten and my entire body is sore from the constant beatings and torture I've received.
I sighed in defeat and looked around the dark room. This isn't where I want my life to end. If I'm going to die; then I want to be in Ashton's arms.
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Heartbreak Girl (Ashton Irwin Fanfic)
FanfictionAoife O'Malley had been dating her under-achieving, over-protecting boyfriend Matt Donnelly for two years now. When he wasn't busy putting her down he'd do everything in his power to keep her away from her best friend, Ashton Irwin. The three young...
