Soulbond

Chapter 7

Ashton's eyes pierced through mine, demanding answers that I should've given him a long time ago. His eyes held anger, and a pinch of hurt which made me regret everything I did to him.

"How does it feel to get hurt?" His next question made my face go still as tears started to slowly fill my eyes. I had hurt him and the same happened to me.

"I am sorry. I didn't want to hurt you," was all I could mutter before tears started blurring my vision. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to run to my bedroom before I burst into tears. Lowering my gaze, I tried to push Ashton out of the way but he didn't make a single move.

"Looks like, walking out on people is still your favorite thing."

I was dumbstruck. Even though, he was doing nothing more than telling me the harsh reality and reminding me of my actions I still couldn't handle it.

Wiping a few of my tears that had escaped my eyes, I looked straight into his eyes as I started getting frustrated of his attitude.

"Yes, I did walk out on you, what else could I've done? I was in love with Mike!" I almost shouted.

His eyes flashed a bit of hurt and I almost regretted but before he could reply any further, his phone rang. Picking his phone up, Ashton scoffed seeing the caller's name. I took the chance and ran to my room.

Closing the door of my room, I sighed in relief and laid down on my bed, I soon found myself wondering, how the old Ashton would have reacted to this? The Ash I knew was long gone, maybe as soon as I walked out on him after he confessed his feelings and I was still paying for my mistakes.

Time passed, people changed. They moved on but sometimes the wounds, never healed. And the people who induced those wounds, they had to pay sooner or later as I paid for hurting Ashton. I not only lost my best friend but also got cheated on by the person I would have least expected it from. I couldn't help but wonder then, would Mike pay for what he did to me? Or would it get justified by the wounds I inflicted on Ashton?

My train of thoughts was interrupted by a light knock on the door, which was of course from Ashton.

Hesitantly, I opened the door. "Yeah?"

He had his shirt back on and was now silently scanning my face.

"I've to meet a friend urgently, and you're coming with me." He said, like stating a fact.

"No, I'm not," I said flatly closing the door, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

He put his hand on the door before I could close it completely.

"I can't leave you alone, at least not as long as the kidnappers are caught." He said in a serious voice, and it did make sense.

"Fine, I'll get ready," I said making my way to the closet. Suddenly feeling lazy I turned around only to ask.

"Can't I go like this?" I motioned towards the baggy t-shirt and trousers I was wearing.

His eyes scanned me from top to bottom only to stop at my face.

"No. Be ready in 10." He said with a stern expression before leaving.

The old Ashton would have joked and teased me instead of leaving with a grim expression on his face. I scoffed, wishing to bring my best friend back and replace it with him. But a part of me also looked up to him with gratitude for saving my life. Who knew, I could've been dead.

I decided to wear a black drop shoulder crop top, paired with sky blue denim jeans. After applying mascara and some gloss to my lips, I then wrapped my hair into a messy bun.

Giving myself a final look in the mirror, I grabbed my phone and went downstairs.

"I'm done," I announced while descending the stairs.

Just then, his gray eyes made their way to me. Something flashed in his eyes which vanished before I could figure out. Those ash gray eyes met my hazel ones, holding a whirlwind of emotions I couldn't read. Not anymore. Not after everything that happened between us. The access I had to read them was long gone. Maybe, someone else held it now. I felt a pang of jealousy as the thought crossed my mind.

"You cleaned up quite well." Should I take that as a compliment or what?

Muttering a "Thanks.", I descended the rest of the stairs before coming to stand across him.

"El, no matter what happens you'll neither talk nor reply to anyone except me."

"Why? You want me to act like a dummy?"

"Yes." He said plainly in reply to my latter question.

"And why would I listen to you?" I inquired hoping to stop him from ordering me around.

"Because everything I do or say tends to be in your favor." I didn't know about him, but that definitely shut me up from protesting further.

"We should go." He said grabbing the keys to his before leaving as I trailed behind him.

Soon we were on our way to Ashton's friend. I tried asking him about this friend of his but he didn't mention much except, "just an old friend in need of an urgent favor." I wanted to ask more but the tension between us because of our fight earlier made it uncomfortable to start a conversation.

The ride to his friend's prolonged, because he lived in one of the posh areas of the city. Not long before we entered the lavish neighborhood, we came to a halt in front of the glass made bungalow. The luxurious setting made me speculate as to what favor this rich friend could need from Ashton?

As soon as Ashton parked his Mercedes, we were ushered inside.

On the doorsteps of the glorious bungalow welcoming us, stood a man in his mid-twenties. That was the only thing I could notice before I went pale. My eyes went wide as I stared at the object in his hands.

What the f**k!

A gun?