"Well, I'm pretty sure he's not going to let us back into his house," Billie muttered with a sigh.
Mike muttered something that sounded like a cuss under his breath as I remained silent, thinking about what had just happened. Ash-fight with Jason-his parents-angry-speeds off. There's a link between all these things.
"So should we find some small inn?"
"Good idea, we need somewhere to stay," Billie said.
"You guys." They both turned back to look at me. I lifted my eyes to stare at them. "A person can never understand the present, till they know their own past. Correct?"
Billie stared at me, puzzled; the same expression was on Mike's face.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Mike asked.
"I'm going back to Ash's house. I need to talk to him," I muttered, setting off in the direction of the huge mansion but I felt someone's hands wrap around my wrist. I turned back to glare at Mike.
"What are you doing?" Billie whispered.
They were both staring at me as if I was doing the most stupidest thing a person could do.
"He's made it clear we're uninvited to his house. So why are you going back?"
"Because a person always acts the way they do for a reason. He reacted like that because of something related to his parents. I don't know what it is but I can never judge someone, with their actions without knowing what they're going through."
They both gaped at me as I stepped away from them. "I want to know what's going on without him and I think there's nothing wrong with me checking. Ash is my friend now. Atleast, I consider him one now. I don't think of him as a git."
Then whirling on my feet, I walked towards the house, planning on knowing what's going on with my new friend, weather or not he considered me one too.
I walked into the house, surprised to find the door open. There was complete silence and I couldn't hear any sounds that would help me find where he was. I'd probably searched the whole house two or three times when I found him. I'd never seen the room before. It was evident it hadn't been used in a long time.
Slowly walking in, I saw him sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall. He was curled up like he was in a cacoon and rocking himself.
When he lifted his face to look at me, his face seemed even paler then usual [if that was even possible]. At first he seemed so vulnerable, his emerald eyes were now shattered. I wanted to reach out and comfort him. I should've expected that it would be hard to. "What are you doing here?" He lashed out on me.
I kneeled down in front of him, and he watched me with his intense gaze. I was surprised he didn't push me away from him or at least move away. Putting my hands on his shoulder, I let out a sigh.