Broken Star // Chandler Riggs Fanfiction

Chapter 29

I bought a ticket for the bus and headed north. I sat on the bus for maybe an hour, until I was the last remaining person on the bus.

"Hey kid, this is the end of the line," the bus driver looked at me in the rear view mirror. I nodded in thanks and hopped off. I looked on my phone to see I where I was. I realized I was very close to my old apartment.

I called a taxi and asked them to take me to my apartment. I got out of the car, and hiked up the stairs until I got to my floor. I passed Wes' apartment. I felt a pang in my heart. Wes and I had grown apart, we texted occaisonally, and whenever I was in Georgia I would visit, but we weren't best friends anymore. I feel like if you don't see a friend for a while you're bound to grow apart.

I walked to the next door, caution tape plastered over the door. I pushed open the door, and ducked under the tape. The entire setting was familiar, except the usual scent of cigarettes and alcohol had faded. Everything was left exactly as I had left it that night. Except for a folder which looked left behind on the coffee table.

I curiously opened the folder, it looked to be a bunch of police files on my family. My eyes widened as I picked up some mugshots of my dad, dated a few days after my adoption. Next to it were another set of mug shots, except of my mom. Dated during filming of The Walking Dead. Along with it were another set of mugshots of a middle aged handsome man, which I assumed was my moms husband from their identical last names. I crinkled my brow.

I picked up a police report. I read it an my eyes widened. Apparently my mom and her husband had broken in and trespassed on Norman's house many times while we were away filming. Disgusted I pushed the photos aside. Next there were pictures of me.

In each one I was lying in a hospital bed, there were many up close shots of bruises from my dad, and other cuts. I felt overwhelmed by all the pictures and files. I shoved them back onto the table and I left. I felt my phone ring but I didn't even bother to answer it.

I walked along the street, the weather was starting to turn cold. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets. I ducked into a cafe, and rubbed my hands together trying to warm them.

"How can I help you darlin'?" The woman at the counter asked.

"A plate of fries and any warm drink would be fine," I smiled warmly sitting myself down at a table. I faced the TV, the cafe was mostly empty, except for an elderly man, and another girl who looked my age. She glanced at me as I sat down at my table.

I watched the TV attentively, since it was the only thing to do.

"Just released today, The Walking Dead star Ashley Reedus has recently gone missing. Norman Reedus, her newly adoptive father is asking if anyone sees her to notify the police," My eyes widened and I lowered my head as a picture of me and a number flashed across the screen. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to the TV, which relieved me a little.

The news changed subjects and I felt conflicted. Should I go back? I shook my head, I had nothing to go back to. Chandler was gone, Norman had found a woman for the household, Mingus seemed to be fine with it. I had no other friends.

In a few years I would be old enough to live on my own, I just had to make do until then. It seemed like a ridiculous plan, but I was going to try and stick with it. I had to keep acting, and I didn't know how to juggle doing everything without going back to my life.

The door to the cafe chimed, I looked at the window and caught a reflection of who came in. My breath caught in my throat. Chandler was carrying a stack of posters. I caught a glimpse of the posters, my face on each of them.

I looked to my right and saw the teenage girl had caught my eye. I could tell by the look in her eye she knew. Chandler was going from customer to customer showing them the poster, it was only a matter of time until he came to me.

The girl sat down in front of me.

"You in a sticky position?" She titled her head curiously.

"What gave it away?" I said sarcastically.

"Listen, I'll help you, I'll distract him, you leave, I'll meet you at the bank a couple blocks up, you can crash at my place," she spurted out the plan.

"You don't need to open your house to me, I have money," I protested.

"I need some excitement, anyways get ready he's coming," she stood up and rushed over to him.

"Can I see that poster real quick?" She asked, motioning for me to go. I walked out casually.

I watched as she pretended to observe the poster, Chandler anxiously waited for her to respond but she shook her head and his face fell in disappointment. I ran up to the bank she told me about.

I waited until I saw her jogging up. She had dyed black hair, which fell down her back. Her hazel eyes were rimmed with eyeliner and she was wearing a dark red lip color. She was wearing a vintage band tee with a flannel over it. Her bleached skinny jeans cut off at her black combat boot.

"So, you're in some deep shit," she smirked, pulling her flannel tighter around her. She breathed out and a cloud of fog puffed out of her mouth from the cold.

"I guess," I shrugged, she had something about her, she seemed okay.

"Sweet. So you got a car? You can crash at my place." she nodded her head.

"Yeah, I parked it in the garage," we walked together to the parking garage. We got in my car, she didn't seemed too taken aback by my flashy car, so I guessed she was used to seeing big money.

She gave me directions to her house, we stopped at a mansion in a rich, more classier neighborhood than I lived in. All the houses were more authentic, and were built a while back. Her house was a large classic white mansion.

White pillars, paved driveway, fountain in front. Like a stereotypical mansion. Not like my house, more of a modern mansion type.

"Alright, lets go," she smiled. I parked and we walked into her house together.

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So now Ashley's on the run. Anyways I'm super excited for Halloween. I've been watching AHS and I'm almost finished with season 2. I feel like my reads have gone down, so if there's anything that I can do to improve my stories it'd be nice. I'm also thinking of starting a new fanfiction. I paused my Jon Snow fanfiction because I want to write it when GoT starts again. Also who else thinks Carl has barely gotten screen time this season? Anyways so I'm open to suggestions for new fanfiction. Or maybe just a regular story, doesn't exactly have to be about a certain character. Anyways, please leave feedback.

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-punktwd

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ALSO!!!!!
I've decided to publish something else finally, here on wattpad whenever I feel an urge to write something I write it in a story, it's sort a collection of random short stories. many of them are unfinished and all of them are unedited. so I think I'm just going to publish it for the heck of it, it's kinda like a diary.
anyways please read it if it sounds interesting x