Part 2/4
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Requested by:
@HeyImEmily12
*WARNINGS*
Mentions of:
• Kidnapping
• Death
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I feel like the first preference for every chapter is usually the best.
Ashton:
"Come on Y/N," Ashton groaned, "we've been here for an hour!"
"I can't just wear anything to the dance Ashton, it needs to be perfect," you shot him a glare, continuing to try on dresses.
The two of you were out shopping for the upcoming school dance. You needed a new semi-formal dress, and he needed to tag along and pay. There was an added pressure to this particular event as a rather cute individual had asked to go with you, and you wanted to impress them.
You held up a white sparking gown and draped it across your front. It was an undeniably attractive dress. Fitted through the waist, the top part was lacy and covered in sparkles that would make you shine under the lights of the gym. The bottom flowed out and down to your feet so that you could even wear comfortable shoes without people noticing. You smiled and turned side to side, looking at it in the mirror. It was worth at least trying it on.
"Y/N!" Ashton continued to whine outside the dressing rooms. He had been your runner for the last few hours, grabbing dresses in specific colors, styles, and sizes, bringing them to you and then taking them back when you inevitably rejected them. He was so frustrated that you were surprised he had lasted this long at all.
You quickly slid on the dress and zipped up the back as best as you could. You pursed your lips and looked in the mirror, again admiring your appearance. It looked good, really good, but was white too bridal?
You pulled open the curtain separating you from the rest of the store. Ashton looked up from where he was sitting on a stool. His head had been buried in his hands but when he got a glimpse of you his frustration turned to a kind of awe. You watched as the gears turned in his head, you of course couldn't know exactly what he was thinking but his expression made you think that he was shocked.
"Wow Y/N," he snapped out of it, "you look so... grown up."
You giggled and twirled, "so do you think Y/D/N will like it?" You bit down on your lip and then turned back around so that you could again check in the mirror.
"Oh my God," you heard your brother's voice crack, and through his reflection in the mirror you watched him fan himself with a Vanity Fair magazine while trying to blink back tears. "Sorry," he used his hands to wipe the moisture from his damp eyes, "it just feels like yesterday you cut yourself a new pair of sideways bangs."
You scoffed and frowned, turning back around and glaring at your brother. Of course he would take a touching moment and ruin it with bad childhood memories. "You're soooo funny Ashton," you said with an incredibly sarcastic tone.
"Hang on, I think I still have a copy of the picture Mum took on my phone," he grinned and leaned forward, reaching back with one hand to dig through his back pocket.
"I'm good," you stepped back into the dressing room and stripped off the dress. You pulled back on your jeans and 5sos shirt, putting your chosen dress back on the hanger.
When you stepped back out, Ashton all but shoved his phone in your face, "look at that face," he cooed. The face he was referring to was of course yours. You were crying in the picture as your favorite pair of red sparkly safety scissors had just been taken away. Your mother had snapped the candid photo just moments after the haircut had occurred so you could truly see how horrendous it was. In the background of the photo was your older brother with his signature smile on his face. Smug little turd.
"Yes I know that face well," you shoved his arm away and started walking to the register.
"Awwwww," he teased you, running to catch up, "are you embarrassed Y/N?"
"No," you snapped at him, turning around just in time to see him make the exact same smug smile as he had in the photo taken years back. Some things really never change, like Ashton's ego problem.
Ashton continued to poke fun at you the entire time you stood in line. You used the cold shoulder technique, if you paid no attention to him he'd get bored and stop. It didn't work as his pestering didn't stop until the two of you reached the cashier. You laid the dress out on the counter while Ashton held up his credit card.
"Fancy date?" The cashier smiled kindly at you while scanning the dress tag in.
You smiled back while Ashton fumbled with the chip in his credit card. "School dance actually," you corrected her gently.
"Oh, what grade are the two of you in?" She asked, clearly not aware that Ashton was your older brother. Speak of the devil, he literally dropped his card in surprise when he heard her ask that.
"Oh no, he's my brother," you corrected her while Ashton bent down to pick up the card. On his way up he bumped his head on the edge of the counter.
That earned a sympathetic noise from the girl standing in line behind you.
"Oh," she didn't seem all that fazed, unlike Ashton, "well here's your dress dear, have a good time."
You thanked her, and dragged your brother out. Ashton was cupping his head in his hands again, looking a little woozy.
"Are you okay?" You sighed as the automatic doors clicked open and the two of you exited the stores.
"Yeah, that just really hurt," he cursed and hissed, pulling his hand back. "It's very tender," he muttered.
"Here, let me see," you held your dress bag over your shoulder with one hand and gestured for your brother to turn around and bend down. He did as you asked, and you used your free hand to brush some of his hair aside. Sure enough there was already a large bump forming.
"Wow, you weren't kidding," you said, gently touching it with the pad of your finger.
Ashton reacted as if he had been shot, jumping up and yelping.
"OW!" He moved away from you, putting a hand over the bump protectively.
"HEY!" A high-pitched squeal emanated from the other side of the parking-lot, "IS THAT ASHTON IRWIN?"
You knew what that meant, fan attack. You looked over and saw maybe twenty girls headed your way.
"ASHTON IRWIN?" Another squeal from the other direction. You looked over and they was another crowd of girls headed your way.
"ASHTON! ASHTON!" Some paparazzi decided to join the party with their large, flashing cameras.
In the timespan of about two minutes you went from checking Ashton's head, to fighting just to stay close to him. You were swarmed by a ridiculous amount of people for a department store parking-lot.
"Y/N!" Your brother called out to you from the center of the crowd as you were steadily pushed outward by flying elbows and flashing cameras.
"ASHTON?" You yelled back, blindly trying to reach forward.
"HOLD ON!" He yelled back, you watched as he was slowly swallowed up by the mass of people until he was out of view. Nobody was at all interested in you, just your brother.
Well, there was one person.
"Listen closely," a deep voice said directly in your ear. You were about to turn around and give the man a what-for when there was the unmistakeable noise of a gun being cocked. You stood rigidly as the end of a barrel of a gun was pressed into your side.
"Say a word and I unload a round right into your side. You will die. Slowly and painfully," he promised you in the same, eerily calm tone.
"I understand," you agreed, hoping that someone, anyone would look over and see what was happening in broad daylight.
"We're going to take a walk to my car," he said. The gun disappeared from your side, and a cold arm came up your back along with the cold metal. He prodded you forward, and you stumbled, but then regained your balance.
"ASHTON!" Another pair of girls went running by, not giving you a second glance as you were loaded into a van.
"Open the door," he said. You did, and got in the back, sitting rigidly on one of the seats. He flipped up the child lock and then climbed in the front.
The keys were put in the ignition and the car purred to life.
"It's nothing personal," he adjusted the rear view mirror so that he could see you from the front seat.
You didn't offer a response, taking the time a gun wasn't pointed at you to try and digest all that had happened.
"It just so happens that someone very wealthy was willing to pay me a lot of money to create a distraction and pick you up for them," he explained, turning his attention to the road now.
Your breathing hitched. Someone had paid him to take you? What were you worth to anyone? You were just a famous drummer's little sister.
"Don't give me that look," he hummed, seeing your confused expression, "I didn't ask any questions, I'm just the delivery man."
He pulled out onto the major road and then seamlessly blended into traffic. Five, ten, fifteen minutes went by and your hopes of being saved before you were "delivered" were decreasing by the second. Had Ashton really not noticed that you had been taken?
Then you heard the sirens. A little flicker of hope stirred in you. Could it be? Were they coming to get you?
You abductor again read your expression and snorted, "they're not for you."
He seemed to be right as they drove straight by. You watched as the police officers went passed you, so close but so far away.
"Don't expect to be saved and you won't be disappointed," he continued to talk to you even though you had only ever said two words to him. "Besides, even if I'm gone, my employer will not give up, they seem to be particularly interested in you." You felt a shiver go up your spine with his words.
But then something unusual happened that neither of you were expecting. The police officers that had moments earlier gone past you, were now reapproching with reinforcements.
As the sirens closed in on all sides you looked out the windows. Two cars in the back, one on your right side, and two driving straight towards you.
"PULL OVER!" A bullhorn cried out.
"I'm not out of tricks yet," your abductor swerved and pulled the wheel all of the way to the right so that you went off-road.
"AGHH!" You really wished that you had put on a seatbelt as you were bounced all around in the cab of the car. The officers didn't miss a beat and followed you through a retirement facility's front lawn.
"STOP THE CAR!" Another voice blared.
"Oh for the love of-" he stopped the car. You thought he was going to surrender until he pulled out his gun and pointed it at you, "COME ANY CLOSER AND-"
You were sprayed with a fine spatter of blood as a bullet that went through the windshield found its mark.
"AHHHH!" You screamed again, crying as you were blinded and confused.
"SUSPECT DOWN! RETRIEVING THE VICTIM!" Someone else yelled. You wiped your eyes with your sleeves just in time to see your door get yanked open.
"Are you okay Y/N?" A young male deputy asked.
"I- I," you flinched away, too shaken up to think about right and wrong.
"Give the girl a minute Rodriguez," a female officer stepped into view, "she's been through a lot in the last hour.
"Sorry," the deputy shrank back. You leaned back in the seat and watched as he jogged over to help guide an ambulance over.
"You good?" The kind officer asked as you evened your breathing.
"Not really," you said, "but I'm ready to get out."
She smiled kindly and offered you an arm. You leaned on her heavily for just the few steps out as it felt like your knees were jelly.
"There you go, that's it," she said, guiding you towards where the paramedics were waiting. You slowly regained your balance and began to get used to the adrenaline leaving your system.
"Y/N!" Ashton yelled from behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin from the shocking noise, but then turned around when you realized it was Ashton.
He made it over in record time and pulled you into a hug, ignoring the gore covering your front.
"You're okay?" He asked, pulling you closer to him.
"I'm not sure yet."
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