You're Going Down â Ashton & Erin;
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 Ashtonâs house herself if she had too. Once everything was placed in her bag, Erin quickly made it out of her houseâappreciating the fact that her mom and step-dad were at work still. She would have dragged Emilia, or even Leo into this, but she didnât. 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? Didnât he see that it was just as much his fault as it was hers? If he wasnât going to accept that, then why the hell should she?
The drive down his house hadnât been too long, and it wasnât 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 couldnât he leave his garage open? It would have been easier to get in.Â
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 wasnât home but when she didnât 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 didnât close the window though, only because sheâd 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.Â
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 Ashtonâhe had many friends, so even if he did lock himself in his bathroom, heâd call someone. Â 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.Â
Erin had just finished switching and screwing in the doorknobs when she heard a sound. Nearly dropping her screw driver, Erin froze as she sat there inside the bathroom, listening to the movements. âShit.â she mumbled. How is he home already? Doesnât he have girls to do? the annoyance had returned. While making sure that the door was locked, Erin had shut off the light and was just about ready to step out of the bathroomâand hide elsewhere, but she heard his movements growing louder which meant it would not be the best idea to get out. Instead of leaving the bathroom, Erin left the door ajar before quietlyâand carefully backing into the bathtub. With her bag and the paint canister set to the side, Erin quietly hid behind the shower curtains and hoped that heâd leave soon. Why did he have to come early? While he was doing whatever it is that he usually did, Erin pulled out the red dye she had brought along with her, from her pockets. It was a small little container filled with liquid so she didnât have to hide it in her bag. Grabbing his shampoo bottle, Erin untwisted the cap off before squeezing the red dye into the bottle. Once she closed the shampoo bottle, Erin shook the shampoo bottle before placing it back from where she had taken it. Well, at least heâd have nice red hair she couldnât help but grin at the thought.