The Truth?

**TRIGGER WARNING**
The truth is always something Charlotte had trouble with. Not because she got in trouble a lot but she was afraid of being hurt, bullied, neglected. She has had all of those things happen to her before. She never thought she could trust anyone until one day she bumps into the boy next door.

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89. Chapter 87

A/N: Ok I'm gonna try and get back to the drama but idk how this is gonna work. All the love, ~Jean

 

*Ashton's POV*

 

We found a small cabin in the woods and saw a truck that looked like Mr. Kaplan's. I snuck up to a window with Michael and Luke and Calum sneaking up to other windows. I looked through the window and saw a crib by the window Michael was standing by and saw James laying asleep in it. There was a couch and Mr. Kaplan was asleep on it with the football game playing loud. I motioned to Michael to quietly open the window and try to get James. He did so and got it opened. He reached down to get him when James woke up and started laughing and making baby noises. Michael looked at me panicking and I looked over at the couch and saw John (Mr. Kaplan) get up and look over at the crib. Michael smiled at him then grab James and shut the window quickly. I run to Michael and hear  Calum yell "ASH! HE'S COMING!! AND WITH A GUN!!!!!" I look at Michael then down at James and kiss James' forehead quickly before saying "Take him and hide." Michael looks at Calum and give James to him and tells him the same thing before he pecks Calum's lips then kisses James' forehead. I see Calum run off with James and I look back at John and see him glare at me and aim the gun towards the way Calum went. I run behind him and grab the gun out of his hands and kick his legs out from under him. I toss the gun to Luke and feel John grab my legs and pull me down and say "You caused this to happen so you pay the price." I punch him in the face and hear sirens start to come our way.

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