Murder house

So your the great ashton (2014)

*"GET OUT, NOW"

"Wow, you know how to swear and you've added another word to your vocabulary" I laughed crossing my arms over my chest, confidence was an understatement.

"Listen you little shit, GET OUT" the venom in his voice was sickening.

"How about you piss off back to where you came from and GET OUT my house" the lights flicked back on and Ashton was on the floor outside the basement with a black box in hand.

"What was that"*

Ashton POV

"What was that" Brooke looked scared, I didn't blame her, I introduced in her house, went to the basement to get this box with out a word of me being here and then Luke thought it was a good idea to fucking pop out of no where.

"I'd love to know myself" I sighed standing up and dusting myself off, the place is nicer than it was before, the walls painted nice and no more cob webs on every inch of the wall, Luke most of done himself out, I laughed out loud at my joke.

"What's funny" Brooklyn tiled her head looking slightly confused "None of this is funny, he's harassing me, and your fUCKING LAUGHING"

"No it's not that" I hesitated walking in to the living room, the box in my left hand.

"What's so good about that box, Mikey made me go and get it yesterday, but Mr. I know where you are 24/7 poped out of no where" she laughed.

"Oh, where is mikey" I changed the subject looking around.

"Can't of gone far" she laughed awkwardly. "Anyway how long you here for" she sat next to me, well next to the box.

"For the week, staying in the spare-room" she nodded and walked away.

What a lovely encounter that was , one thing didn't add up though, whys Luke so protective about this box and why does Michael want it so bad?

"Michael" I shouted out hoping he would show up.

"Say my name and I pop up" he smiled siting next to me.

"Hears your box, now where's the money"

"Ha about that" he laughed scratching the back of his next.

"Your joking" i raised my eyebrow.

"Sorry"

"Dude, I just nearly risked my life into getting that box, my life and Brooklyn's and all you say is sorry, wow, no seriously wow, and why do you think I ran away before Brooklyn was born? why did I come back?" I sat back down, finishing my rant and shaking my head.

"So your the great Ashton everyone's been talking about" Brooklyn was now sat on the other couch pointing and smiling at me.

"That's me"

"Why did you leave" wow this kid does know nothing.

"Because little one, I'm not ament to be here anymore, Im not allowed to be here either"

"That didn't answer my question"

"Oh erm.. I can't tell you that"

*-*

"You going to bed now" I shouted up to Brooklyn, it's currently 9:30 pm on Tuesday the 7th of July my birthday and Michael's death.

"I can't sleep" she shouted back.

"Wanna come watch films and order pizza" Michael's death is in 2 hours and I'm not sure what's going to happen, if I'm honest I'm scared as fuck.

"Yep" she was stood at the door with a huge grin on her face.

"Take it you like pizza"

"Like" she laughed "I don't like pizza," she paused and jumped up "I fucking love the shit"

"Well then, what do you wanna watch"

"The conjuring" she sat next to me pulling the throw over us.

"Haha, no, another film"

"Ouija" I shock my head 'no' "Annabelle" once again no "purge2" she grinned.

"Fuck yeah" I jumped up off the coach "I'll order the pizza you get the film ready"

"Order ice-cream too, cookie dough" she screamed from the other room, wow this kid is amazing.