#ashton1

Mara liked the cafe after hours. No offence, but she was a solitary creature. She lived alone, she worked alone (her brother was the only exception). So as she began to close up the place, the owner leaving early for god knows what reason, she looked out the window. It was a beautiful winter sight; snowy, with fairy lights on neighbouring rooftops and little snowmen. It looked post-card perfect, and Mara smiled. 

Serenity like this was hard to come by, and Mara never savoured it. It was always a sign of bad things to come, and just like anything else, she stopped expecting any good thing to occur. So, she straightened her back and made a move to go back towards the cafe. Except she didn’t; a familiar shadow fell across the snow as he walked, and she knew it was him. Ashton. And he was coming closer to the window. 

By the time she had reached home, Erin wasted no time in gathering the things she needed. All she really needed was some paint, a paintbrush, yarn and a screw driver. The rest she can use from Ashton’s house herself if she had too. Once everything was placed in her bag, Erin quickly made it out of her house—appreciating the fact that her mom and step-dad were at work still. She would have dragged Emilia, or even Leo into this, but she didn’t. After all that had been said, there was too much anger and Erin was tired of feeling like she had done the wrong thing here. What about him? Didn’t he see that it was just as much his fault as it was hers? If he wasn’t going to accept that, then why the hell should she?

The drive down his house hadn’t been too long, and it wasn’t hard finding his house either. When you knew the right people, then it was easy access to the information that was needed. Parking a few blocks away from his place, Erin turned the engine off before pulling out her keys. She grabbed her phone along with her bag and the can of paint that was set on the floor of the passenger seat. The best Erin could do was hope he was not home; Doing her best to ignore the cold air of Chicago, Erin quickly made her way down the sidewalk towards his house. Alright, she should have remembered her gloves because by the time she reached his house, her fingers felt numb. Why must it be this cold? she thought to herself while making her way into his backyard. Actually, why couldn’t he leave his garage open? It would have been easier to get in. 

Perhaps luck was on her side tonight because when she tried one of the windows, it easily slid up. Before climbing in, Erin waited, just to make sure he wasn’t home but when she didn’t hear a sound coming from inside, Erin quickly dropped her bag inside before carefully dropping the paint canister inside. Pulling herself inside was easy and Erin was glad to be out of the cold. She didn’t close the window though, only because she’d need a quick escape. Grabbing her things, Erin quietly headed upstairs and silently prayed that if he was home, then he would be asleep. Rather than taking the time out to examine his house, Erin made her way upstairs making a mental note to check the kitchen for both food and things to use later. 

When Erin noticed that his bedroom was empty, she let out a sigh of relief before heading towards the bathroom. Looking down at the door knobs, Erin pulled out the screwdriver from her bag and quickly began undoing the screw. See, knowing Ashton—he had many friends, so even if he did lock himself in his bathroom, he’d call someone.  Erin had managed to pull out the door knobs and once that was done, she prepared to switch the knobs before screwing them back into place.