violence vs reality

I was born and raised in Southern California, my dad is Australia and my mom was born in Tennessee. I'm 17 years old, my family is rich, well in a way they are. I get abused by my parents all the time, they threaten me if I ever told anyone I'd get it. Get it? What does that even mean? Does it mean that they'll kill me? Well I don't know, I really hate my life at the moment, my boyfriend well... His name is Drake and he's a controlling type, if I don’t do anything he says well bad things happen. Hi there, I'm Ashton this is my story.

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 I ran upstairs to find Ashton, this needs to end it can’t go any further, if she keeps doing this, I’m going to put a restraining order against her, that way she doesn’t come near me and my family within meters. I don’t technically like bringing police involved within my private life, that’s how press/paparazzi well the media get involved and that’s when trouble comes towards me, my family don’t need that right now, I just need them safe. I think Ashton has gone out, so I decided to pack out stuff and Taylor - Anna’s stuff. I hope this works out, I hope that my family will be okay, if something happens I will die deep down. I started packing our stuff into boxes and bags, I packed my laptop in its own bag. Minutes went by, I heard someone walk into the room, “Justin, what are you doing?” I heard Ashton, I turned around. I approached her, “babe we have to leave, mom has a small home in Beverly Hills she’s lending us until the whole thing with Nicota has gone,” she looked confused, but I’m not here to explain the full story at the moment. Ashton didn’t ask anymore questions, but followed my instructions. I took our stuff to the car, while Ashton went to get Taylor to put her in the car. I had to say bye to mom and a thank you, I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, “I love you mom, we’ll be back soon, promise,” there I left back to the car.

 

“Justin, what’s going on, I want answers please?” as we drove, Ashton was out of it confused, maybe I should be the most honest boyfriend in the world and just tell her, I think so. Oh, right spill it out Justin, she deserves to know every piece of detail, you’re always honest to her, but why not now? “I’ll tell you when we get there, I promise. Please don’t worry too much, it’s probably nothing,” I could tell she was getting annoyed at the fact that I won’t say anything. Ok, we are in the car, I’m driving, if it causes an argument of such, I don’t want to argue in here, safety first people! Okay, chill bro, its going to be alright. Oh no! She might take Taylor away, oh shut up Justin she won’t. Why are you arguing with yourself, psycho person. I began to talk to Ashton and then I stopped, I’m a bad boyfriend, a bad dad I haven’t had Taylor for long and yet I’m criticizing my fathering skills, oh god. What should I do? Become a bad boy, and record everything for evidence, so if something happens Ashton will believe me? Who am I kidding, she should believe me anyway, I’m her boyfriend the father of her baby. Okay, I’m done rambling.

 

As I pulled up the house, Ashton still looked confused and had a worried look on her face. Yes, I have to tell her, but I will once I keep rambling on about how amazing and incredible I am, I’m kidding I will… Eventually. Ashton got Taylor out of the car, I got our belongings out of the car and put them inside of the house. I showed her around, that way she’ll know where the bathroom is, the kitchen, the outdoor pool and where Taylor will sleep. Mom has caught on, she has a spare cot in our bedroom, gosh I love my beautiful mother, and I should maybe stop rambling on about everything and just show her the house. So, after I showed her the house and how big our kitchen is, she was looking at me, and started randomly tapping her foot on the floor, “ok ok, I’ll tell you, but do you know how amazing and hot you are when you are annoyed,” she isn’t buying it okay , more ramble, “babe, I love you and I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever had, one day you going to kill me with all this sexy-“ she cut me off, “JUSTIN!,” whoa, she’s angry. I pulled out a chair for her to sit, I sat down with her. Please don’t hate me, I say to myself. I began talking, “So, like with Nicota coming, mom thought that maybe we would be safer here, until she’s gone, she called me she wants to take me away from you and have Taylor to herself.” The look on her face, she’s furious.  There’s no way in hell will her baby will be taken away from her, this isn’t going to look good.

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