After waiting for almost another hour, I finally got a text from Ashton telling me an address to wherever he wanted to meet up with me.
So I quickly got ready (I didn't dress up too much, I had no reason to), before getting in my car and driving to the address that Ashton had sent me to. When I arrived I was surprised to see that it was what looked to be some sort of abandoned warehouse, and I began to panic and wonder if Ashton was planning on murdering me. But now that I was here and already curious, I got out of my car anyway and walked inside, despite how nervous I had become.
When I entered the large room (which was practically empty, you know, being abandoned and all), it took me a while for my eyes to adjust to my surroundings, because all of the lights were off. Finally something moved in front of me, and I almost yet out a scream, but then I realized who it was.
"Christ, Murphy, it took you long enough!" Ashton snapped, raising his hands up in the air.
"You took an hour to tell me where to meet you!" I shot back, frustrated at the fact that Ashton was blaming me for this when he was the one that took forever to text me back. He was also the one that insisted on meeting up at some strange location, rather than his house, which was just down the street.
"What? No I didn't, you called me first!" Ashton argued. He took another drag from his cigarette, and this time he actually had the decency to turn to the side before exhaling.
"What?" I asked, "You called me and said we had to talk, and then you texted me this address!"
"You called me at my house about two hours ago and said to meet you here!" Ashton groaned. I was beyond confused now, because I really didn't think that Ashton was lying. He wouldn't try to deny this, it wasn't even a big enough deal for him to do so.
"No I didn't." I said, shaking my head. I searched through my pockets and finally pulled out my phone, opening up my recent call log. "See," I said, showing Ashton what time he called me and the text he'd sent.
"That wasn't me." Ashton shrugged. "I lost my phone two days ago."
"Oh, very funny, I know that it was you." I scoffed.
"If wasn't me!" Ashton stressed, annoyance clear in his voice.
"Just quit the act, Ashton, seriously. What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, annoyed as well.
"I didn't call you!" Ashton yelled.
"Then who - ?" I was cut off by a loud buzzing noise and then the lights flickered on, and it startled Ashton so much that he dropped his cigarette to the floor. A loud scraping noise was heard from behind us and Ashton and I both screamed, immediately moving a few steps closer to each other.
"You brought me here to fucking kill me, didn't you?" Ashton whispered, pulling me closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me, and I couldn't tell if he was trying to protect me or protect himself.
"I didn't bring you here at all!" I snapped, but I wrapped my arms around Ashton's waist anyway because that scraping noise was growing louder and I honestly thought that both of us were about to die.
Finally the scraping stopped and Ashton and I hesitantly turned around, both of us too scared to see whatever was going on behind us.
"Michael Gordon Clifford, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Ashton screeched, glaring at Michael. He was sitting down in a metal chair that he obviously dragged across the entire room, his arms folded across his chest as he looked on at Ashton and I.
Michael just smiled.
"I'm going to kill you!" Ashton shouted, "Did you do all of this?"
Michael nodded, a big smirk still plastered across his face.
