*Currently Ashton's P.O.V*
I was curled on my couch, folding my bandannas when Michael and a girl came bursting through my front door.
"Oi! Can't you learn to knock?!" I yelled, about ready to throw my red bandanna in the air.
The girl was gasping for breath and her eyes were red and puffy, she smelled of tears and sweat, and her brown hair was frizzy and crazy.
She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes and her bottom lip quivered almost barely.
I kneeled beside her and rested my big hand on her knee.
"Oi love, are you okay?"
Michael crossed his arms and set himself in front of the window, looking anywhere but the girl.
She gave a small whimper in response and curled her knees tightly to her chest, rocking back and forth.
I sighed and stood next to Michael.
I muttered under my breath.
"what the hell happened."
I turned and saw the girl just helplessly sobbing into my pillow, leaving faint mascara stains.
"her mum died. a murder? possibly.. but we don't know for sure. she said she walked into her house, and saw her mum collapsed dead on the floor surrounded by blood."
I bit my lower lip in confusion.
Michael shook his head.
"not a thing."
I crossed my arms, deep in thought.
I found it very interesting that someone would kill someone else, and not break anything.
Not a robbery..
I heard a faint squeaky voice say.
I turned and saw the girl picking at her leggings.
Michael bit his own lip and sat next to her, the two of them silently talking back and forth.
I then stared carelessly out the window.
something about this whole "murder" situation seems off.