But, who wrote this song? Who raped her mother along with William?
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Ashlyn put the crinkled papers back in the Converse Chuck Taylor's shoe box, and cleared her throat, preparing herself for walking out that door. No wonder Luke didn't want her to read those. Did he write the song? Of course he did! Why would he be so worried about Ashlyn seeing this?! She opened the door, shoved the box into his chest, and walked out of the room, and down into the hotel lobby.

She was done. Done with whatever this was. The people who lengthened her life killed her mom and brother. 'It should've been me!' Ashlyn thought, pushing through the crowd of people. She should've died that night. Not them.

Ashlyn made her way out of the hotel, and out into the cold and dry winter air. No sweater, just a tank top, and sweat pants. She fought her way through the cold, flagging a taxi down.

"Hello ma'am!" The guy smiled, and she instantly recognized him. She smiled back, and rubbed her jaw.

"Nick? Nick Prescott?" She smiled, chuckling in disbelief.

"Oh my god. I never thought I'd see you again! With as famous as you are." He says in awe, looking through the rear view mirror. "I'm a fuck up, and you're an author." He smiles.

"I was lucky. I'd probably be waving a sign in the air if it wasn't for my best friend." She smiled.

"Remember when we dated?" Nick smiled at the memory. "I took you to the lake in the woods, where I found you crying one day."

"Hey! Ashlyn, please open up." Ashlyn darts her glance towards the voice from outside the car.

"Luke, leave me alone!" She scoffs, telling Nick to start driving. Luke raped and killed her mother, and then watched her brother commit suicide. Her blood boiled beneath her skin, and she wanted to scream.

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She found herself back in the Four Seasons hotel. She couldn't go back to her hotel with Xiana. Not now. She walked through the halls on the top floor, and unlocked the door to the band's room. Calum sat on the couch, his head resting in his palms, his hair was scruffy, and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy with tears.

"Oh, uh, Ashlyn.." He peered up at the broken girl. The both knew each other were not in the highs of there happiness, but in the high of their luck instead. Why couldn't it happen at the same time?

"Don't mind me. I'm just spending the night. Can I sleep with you? Me and Luke got in a fight." She said quietly, hoping he didn't question it. He stood up, nodding. The walked into his room, and they both lay down. Ashlyn under the covers, Calum resting on top of them. Ashlyn then exhaled, reaching over to turn off the lamp as something caught her eye. A red pen, and a sticky note saying, 'Austin Jacobs. Project Boys club'

Notes

Sorry for slowly updating.
He's messing me the fuck up. I FOUND OUT THE CORRECT SPELLING OF HIS NAME. It's Tra... He likes his ex though, so kms :D He wanted to read my stories and I'm just like, "Nope. You won't like them." He asked if I could write a story about him so I am! It's gonna be called
'180 Days With Him'

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!
Comment down below who you think it's gonna be!
#AshAsh #Lashlyn #Cashlyn #Mashlyn