Note: I apologize for the delay, I've been busy fighting my way through writer's block and a lot of grammatical errors to put this chapter together. Hopefully it does some justice. Song lyrics by Meg and Dia. By the way, since I'm too lazy to put in a disclaimer, let the record state- I own nothing.
Rating; T-M.
Title; Breathe Honesty.
Two.
Dinner at the infamous Jurgen's home was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact that her father refused to talk to her mother, and vice versa- making the two girls the in-between's. Pushing the food around on her plate, Ashley stared blankly. She wasn't hungry, in fact, she hadn't had much of an appetite for days now, and she wasn't sure why.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts, she had to have Amy poke her with her fork for her to snap up her head and look around in confusion. Licking her lips, she narrowed her eyes at Amy and opened her mouth as if to say something, then thought about it a second or two, and closed it again. What she had to say, wasn't worth getting in trouble for.
Excusing herself, she quietly headed into the kitchen to dump her plate in the sink. Ready to head to her safe haven for the night, she stopped abruptly when her parents voices filled her ears. "Amy, do you know what's going on with Ashley lately? Ever since she came home from Henry's she's been acting different. More...I don't know, quiet. Did something happen?." Anne snaps. Ashley has to stifle a scoff as she rolls her eyes sharply and continues to eavesdrop.
"No. Not at all, I mean- she seemed pretty happy when she came home. Maybe she's just tired...or sick?" Amy quipped, shrugging her shoulders. Ashley sighed soft and sad, shaking her head. It's pathetic how her mother actually had to ask her sister how her own daughter was, instead of just asking her in the first place.
But what her father brought up made her freeze and fill with anger.
"She's not pregnant too, is she?" A loud, 'George,' erupted from the room by her mother as Amy hid her face, and shook her head 'no.' Unable to hear anymore, Ashley quickly disappeared and went for the stairs, feeling her eyes brim with tears. Pushing them away, she sniffled, cleared her throat, and fell onto her bed with her door slamming shut behind her.
Wrapping herself into her blanket, she let the tears fall until she managed to fall into a deep sleep.
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From another view, sat a man, watching inside of the dark and quiet house. Cigarette smoke filled the air as it left his mouth, an evil gleam in his eye. His plan had been set into action, thanks to the quarreling family, and the lonesome young girl. The same young girl who he had many a things and ideas for, that currently swirled around in his head. Once midnight had struck, he crept from his car, toward the basement window of the house. A barking dog made him curse under his breath as he took out the crow bar he'd stashed in the back of his pocket, and broke the glass, giving him a good entry way into the small suburban house.
Careful not to get caught, he made his way past an empty bedroom and up the stairs of the house. A small night light illuminated from the hallway, as he brushed past it with ease, his destination known and in sight. Holding his breath, he pushed open the door that stared back at him, praying it didn't creek and nearly yelped in victory when he'd made it into the room without disturbance.
Shuffling toward the raven haired teenager, he scooped her up into his arms, blanket still around her and made his way out of the house, unknown to her or anyone else. With one thought in his mind, he grinned and sped off into the night, with her unconscious in the backseat of his car.
Let the games begin.
