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Chapter five: Paved paradise. Put up a parking lot.
4 reviewsSequel to the sharpest lifes are the hardest to lead. Can death happen because of one kiss?
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews :)
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"Ashlee?" Ryan stepped through the door.
Her flat was a mess.
Clearly, her friends had made the most of her being away.
Everywhere was dark.
No source of life.
He kept on walking.
Hoping to find Ashlee.
He approached the lounge.
Nervous of what he might find.
Something wasn't right.
The lounge was trashed.
The TV smashed into smithereens and bits of glass everywhere.
His eyes wondered around the room.
What the hell happened here?
He felt something moist underneath his feet.
Blood.
"Shit" He was seriously scared now.
Where was Ashlee? And what was up with the blood?
He stepped over the remains of the stereo. Into the hall.
There lay. A motionless Ashlee.
Pale.
Eyes shut.
Lips blue.
Ryan felt a huge wave of guilt take over his body. If he had of been a better boyfriend. Ashlee wouldn't have kissed Brendon. Then wouldn't have come home.
He rummaged through his pocket. Pulled out his sidekick and dialed 911.
He held Ashlee close.
He was now covered in blood.
But he didn't care.
"Is she going to be okay" Ryan asked. Climbing into the Ambulance with the paramedics.
"Hopefully she will be. We can't say yet" one of the replied.
It was then, Ryan lost it.
He couldn't hold back warm tears soon covered his face.
He gripped onto Ashlee's hand.
Her once colorful complexion.
Was gone.
Replaced by a pale lifeless tone.
Ryan knew he had to stay strong.
He knew that Ashlee needed him now more then ever.
Its funny isn't it.
You don't know what you've got.
Till you think, you've lost it.
Reviews are loved.
Sorry for the short chap.
the next one is gonna be long and juciy
They rock
"Ashlee?" Ryan stepped through the door.
Her flat was a mess.
Clearly, her friends had made the most of her being away.
Everywhere was dark.
No source of life.
He kept on walking.
Hoping to find Ashlee.
He approached the lounge.
Nervous of what he might find.
Something wasn't right.
The lounge was trashed.
The TV smashed into smithereens and bits of glass everywhere.
His eyes wondered around the room.
What the hell happened here?
He felt something moist underneath his feet.
Blood.
"Shit" He was seriously scared now.
Where was Ashlee? And what was up with the blood?
He stepped over the remains of the stereo. Into the hall.
There lay. A motionless Ashlee.
Pale.
Eyes shut.
Lips blue.
Ryan felt a huge wave of guilt take over his body. If he had of been a better boyfriend. Ashlee wouldn't have kissed Brendon. Then wouldn't have come home.
He rummaged through his pocket. Pulled out his sidekick and dialed 911.
He held Ashlee close.
He was now covered in blood.
But he didn't care.
"Is she going to be okay" Ryan asked. Climbing into the Ambulance with the paramedics.
"Hopefully she will be. We can't say yet" one of the replied.
It was then, Ryan lost it.
He couldn't hold back warm tears soon covered his face.
He gripped onto Ashlee's hand.
Her once colorful complexion.
Was gone.
Replaced by a pale lifeless tone.
Ryan knew he had to stay strong.
He knew that Ashlee needed him now more then ever.
Its funny isn't it.
You don't know what you've got.
Till you think, you've lost it.
Reviews are loved.
Sorry for the short chap.
the next one is gonna be long and juciy
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