A red pen, and a sticky note saying, 'Austin Jacobs. Project Boys club'
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She remembers the times her brother would go to this house in the hood, referred to as, 'the bottoms' in the North side. Austin Jacobs, who organized the Project Boys' club, took William in as his own. Ashlyn was stuck with her depressed mother.

She lay awake, thinking about how 5 Seconds of Summer was related to her family's death. Well, Luke raped her mother. Calum somehow knew William through the Boys' Club... What about Ashton and Michael? Did one of them shoot her mom, or are they innocent?

The light started to peer into her droopy eyes, and she looked over at Calum half hanging off the bed, drool peeking out of his mouth. She couldn't help buy smile at the scene. She stood up, making her way to the kitchen. Ashlyn grabs a bottle of water, grabbing the pills out of her leather purse. She swallowed the two pills, pushing herself to put the bottle back. Calum comes in, ans she stuffs them in her purse.

"Hey. You know where the boys are?" Calum asks, leaning against the counter. She responded with a simple shake of the head. "Oh. Okay. Want some pancakes?" He smiles, slowly inching his way to the stove. She shakes her head once again.

She didn't want to talk. Ashlyn was too scared she'd let out every piece of information she knew. What if Calum knows who did it, Ashlyn thought to herself.

"Calum, how are you involved in the Boys' Club?" She flat out asked, her heart pounding. Calum put the pancake mix down on the granite counter, and he exhaled.

"An old friend was in it. What do you know about that? Girls like you don't belong around there." He turned around, his eyes harsh. Ashlyn felt nothing but fear.

"My brother was in it. Too bad he commit suicide after our mom was raped and killed." She hissed, hoping Calum would break down crying, admitting that he was the one that wrote the song.

"Listen, Ashy." He growled under his breath, pushing her up against the wall. "We agree we don't talk about this. Ever. Or, you go through what your mom went through. Broken ribs and jaw, chocking you up, and tearing open. I'll make sure I'll rape you harder then I did your mom." He said, too calmly. His fingers of one hand pressed on her cheeks, making her lips stick out some.

End up like her mom... The pain of rape is not as bad as what she felt right now. And she knew it.

Notes

Sorry it took FOREVER. and it's really short. Whoops.
I've been really confused and shit... My crush has been giving me mixed signals, I'm already getting picked on at school. New schools suck ass. My crush said he liked me last night, but he didn't want to date because he was scared of loss, and being dumped. He also didn't want people making rumors and didn't want me hurt by them.
So we agreed with being friends... We met 4 weeks ago so I understand he doesn't know me well. He doesn't know I'm not like that, so I'm giving him some time.

He actually might be reading this XD... kms... Well, if you are, Hi, and um... you already know I felt this.