Ashton
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In the midst of it all I grab the empty glass beer bottle of the sticky side table and hurl it into the TV aiming right for the news reporter. Finally I let the tears that have been brimming my eyes escape, flowing down my face like a river of emotions: I slide down the wooden paneled wall, pulling my knees up to my chest. My hands instinctively go to my hair, tugging at it in clumps. The anger builds inside of me. The anger of not knowing what they’re doing to her, how server her injuries are and most importantly if she’s going to survive. I rise from the chilly ground in the lounge of my tiny studio apartment deciding that I’m going to the hospital to find her.
After throwing on a pair of wrecked black Converses, I grab the keys to my carrot orange and matt black Chevrolet. Determinedly running out the front door – and not turning back to lock it – I hastily make my way towards the car; the alcohol still fresh in my system. Revving fiercely I screech out onto the open road. Hearing a few bellows of horns behind me. I take no notice of the noise in the background as I push the accelerator down harder – almost into the floor of the car. Speeding and skidding down the icy highway, swerving in and out of various vehicles. My foot slams onto the brakes causing the car to skate even closer to the car in front. A car filled with a joyful looking family. That’s when it hits me. I nearly took someone away from their family; like Tori’s family was taken from her. Taking a deep breath I begin to drive again. This time sticking to the speed limit.
Aggressively I veered into a parking space in the hospital car park, halting to a stop. Rapidly walking towards the hospital I press ‘lock’ on the key fob; hearing the ‘click’ of the locking system telling me it’s in place. I storm up to the front desk – slamming my sweaty with nerves hands on the receptionist’s desk. The action taking her by surprise caused a small yelp to pass from her lips. Looking up like a rabbit in the headlights she shakily asks “C-can I-I help y-you si-r-r?” I have been told that my 6’1” frame and mass of tattoos covering my body can be intimidating but I’ve never got this response before. “Which room is Victoria Gills in?” I roar out. Everyone around me goes quite because of my outbreak. “S-sorry sir b-but you can’t s-see her at t-the m-moment.” She stutters out. “Why!” I scream at her, the tears starting to form round my eyes. I feel a hand on my arm pulling me away from the receptionists – who is now crying - lino covered desk. Forcefully I’m pushed down onto one of the seats in the waiting area. “I’m Dr. Christian I need you to calm down so I can explain what’s happened.” The lean, short haired man with glasses crouched down in front of me explains. I just nod my head and brace myself for what I’m about to hear.
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The Ending of Infinity
Genç KurguLife isn't always plain sailing, especially when it comes to love. Ashton and Victoria seem to have it all; the perfect relationship and love that going to last for all infinity. But is their infinity forever?.
