The Anonymous

Chapter 5: What Happens Now

Side note: "Talk of the Town" was the original name of the book. hehe

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Ashton switched through various radio stations looking for music.

"I'll do it." I said, breaking the silence between us, "Let me look, and you drive. I like my life."

"Fine."

I rolled my eyes. Ashton took note of this as he turned his head just a little. You know its rude to go your eyes at people. I ignored him and switched to a radio station, where a woman was talking.

Yes, Chad, I guess no one will have electricity in Canada for eight months due to that sandstorm, sucks for them.

Chad **laughs hysterically.

In other news, last night at Club Lights in lower Manhattan, a huge fight broke out, leaving one man with his face slashed. Jenny, it was crazy, Chad expressed. "I believe you," replied Jenny. Sources say it was over a beer. Someone threw a beer bottle in someone's face: this "chain-reaction" resulting in mayhem. About three people were severely injured, even undergoing emergency treatment. One woman is suing the club owner over the damage done to her Prada sneakers. She said, "the smell won't come out, and it's repulsive." You know, that's completely absurd, people can't have beautiful things....you can't even go out nowadays...Oh, and get this Chad, Kendal Neel was seen getting into a sports- car with---.

***Chad interrupts Jenny***.... hold on you mean Kendal-Alexis Neel, daughter of Roger- Alexis Neel... as in Alexis Neel corporations. The man that created Roger-Alexis Cars? The one with the billion-dollar car- company. Yes, let me talk **Jenny interrupted Chad's rambles. Anyways, his daughter was seen getting to a Maserati, with.... get this... a bloody nose and busted lip. Shut- Up!!!!! Chad says. The heiress ...heiress.

"Yes her." Jenny states

Honestly, what kind of party. I should have been there Chard hollered because that's 5 -star coverage. I could have paid for my niece's tuition with the pleather of shenanigans that took place at Club Lights.

And Sources won't say who did it. WOW. Well, we will keep you posted on that story.

Wow, just wow..... In other news, Chad interrupts, his how a local pastor pays for his four kids to go to college, with guess what Jenny... "Church offerings." Oh, wow, that's interesting, says Jenny. He calls it an act of communion. He calls it "elevated communion." The idea comes to him in a dream, from God. Revolutionary! **Chad and Jenny laughs. Thanks for tuning into "Talk of The Town."

I switch the radio station to hot 97. "I can't believe all that happened last night," I said, looking at Ashton, who focused on the road.

"It got pretty wild, now you see why. I took you home with me. You had no one," Ashton stated.

"I came to the club with my friend Asia," I said matter-of-factly.

"Then... where is she?" he simply asked, not taking his eyes from the road.

"She must have been caught up in the crowd and got swiped away," I said, as I automatically checked my phone for messages from Asia. But I didn't see any. She's a good friend of mine.

Ashton didn't say anything for a while, "Are you telling me, or are you trying to convince yourself?"

My face grew heated, "you don't know anything about me or my friend. I would appreciate it if you would mind-your-god-dam-business for once in your life." Livid, I turned to look out the window.

"You have quite the mouth on you," He said in a dark tone. "Might have to do something about that."

I ignored him and as he just drove faster as we cruised along the Brooklyn bridge. We arrived at my apartment soon after.

"We're here," he voiced strictly.

"Thanks for the ride," I said in my best fake voice, with a half-smile and all. This guy has been a complete pain in my ass from the start. If I never see him again, it would be too dam soon. I got out of the car and closed the door.

I reached my apartment, glancing over my shoulder, Ashton was parked across the street. He was still there. I guess he was waiting for me to get in, the perfect gentlemen, or not. I smirked to myself. As I walked up the stairs, I notice the door was slightly open; there was a white envelope on the floor. It read...

"To Aeon Hall"

If you ever want to see Asia again, you will bring back what is ours.

Signed the

The Anonymous

I instantly pushed open the door and ran upstairs. This has to be a shitty joke. Why would Asia joke like this? My room looked like a tornado pass through it, the curtains were still closed, giving the room a shady/sinister atmosphere. All my clothes, food, schoolbooks were scattered all over the floor as if someone was searching for something. I heard a noise coming from downstairs tears began to fall down my face. I was horrified. I didn't know what to do. A loud bang alerted my attention to the doorway; it sounds like someone running upstairs, fast, in my direction. "Oh God, I thought to myself, It's a trap." I instantly grabbed the nearest weapon, an umbrella, and maneuvered myself as if I was ready to swing a bat. I stood by the doorway, prepared for anything. As the tall figure ran in the room, I turned.

The assailant's reflexes was faster as he dodged my swing, grabbed me by the waist, and I lost balanced and collapse to the floor. I was about to scream, when he placed his hand over my mouth, as I squirmed helplessly—the little sunlight seeping in between the curtains, making my vision clearer. The light reflected on just the top part of his face revealing, the familiar green eyes, it hit me. My brown eyes widen in annoyance"Ashton, what the hell are you doing here!" I whispered.

"I never left," he said, breathing hard."

"You look like you were in distress,"

"God, you're so creepy." "Do you like being on top of me like this?"

Ashton promptly stood up and offered me his hand, which I ignored and rolled my eyes. But he pulled me up anyway. "So, what's going on, and why does your room look like a pig's pen," Ashton said as he rubbed his hand through his curly messy black-hair.

"God, you're so rude; someone was looking for something," I shouted in frustration.

"Well, what happened?".

I gave him the letter. I watched as his eyes took in the contents of the paper. He ran his hand through his hair and muttered, "Signed... by the Anonymous, huh" as he looked at me with his glowing eyes.

"I believe you," he said sternly, handing me the letter and placing his hand in his pocket. My eyes grew wide. "Really," I was completely surprised by his words.

My friend Jérôme got one, this same letter and now his cousin is missing too. My mouth dropped open; I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Looking into Ashton's eyes, I asked: "Well, what happens now."