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wherever you are.

a/n
we're in the final four! brace yourself.

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wherever you are.

lane.

i was going to do this.

i was going to get my aspen;
fucking long overdo at that.

i raced my truck into the driveway, not bothering to waste time parking straight.
i slammed my door, storming into the shitty house that possessed no love, without knocking.

"where the fuck is she?" i demanded, not bothering with semantics.
i'd already been here, demanding to know where aspen is, but he continued to bullshit me. i believed him, because, well, why the hell would aspen tell him of all people?

but he had to know.
he had to.

he'd know where her mom was, even if he didn't know she was there.

"i was wondering when you'd figure it out," a voice voice said from the living room recliner. the voice would've sounded amused, if it wasn't so gruff and laced with indifference.

aspen's dad was never someone i got along with.
i wanted him to take a nosedive of a thirty-story building; to say the least.

he fucked my aspen up, and i hated every inch of his pathetic body.

"where the hell is she?" i growled, my fists clenching at my sides.

aspen told me that ever since her mom went mia, her dad stopped harassing her.
it wasn't like he went all daddy of the year,
no.
he only stopped the constant berating and occasional beatings.

they had a sort of agreement, to not bother each other;
not talk to each other.

"didn't seem like she wanted to be found," he said cooly, running his tongue over his bottom lip.

i was shaking with anger and my fists would soon collide with his soon-to-be-broken nose if he kept up with this shit.

"does any part of me give you the impression that i give a fuck?"

a low rumble began, turning into hearty chuckle, and it only fuels my anger.

my baby is somewhere alone, or god forbid, with this collin, or conner kid, or whatever the hell his name is. and this guy is laughing at me.

"i can see why she likes you," he nodded, but still not answering my question.

"i know she's near her mom."

"i assumed so. aspen's never been a smart one with keeping secrets."

i can't hear; the anger pulsing through me blocks my ears out.

"i suggest you shut your fucking mouth before i do it for you."

"if you do that, i won't be able to tell you where aspen is."

i glared bullets in his direction, my body shaking with rage.

"where. is. she?"

he clicked his tongue, but nonetheless, rose from his seat and grabbed the pen and paper. he scribbled something down, and handed me the paper.

"it's her ma's address. she works at the local grocery store, i'm told. if you can find that, i wouldn't bother going to her ma's. you don't wanna meet her unless you absolutely have to."

i nodded and looked down at the paper.

it had an address for tampa.

i guess i was going to florida.

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a/n

GUYS!!

this is it..

sorry the spacing is messed up :p

how do you like 1/4??

what do you thinks gonna happen when lane gets there?

do you think he'll find aspen?

do you think she'll come home?

what about conner?

is there more to the story than what aspen said??

i wanna hear your predictions!!

and some questions for you:
somewhere you want to go on vacation? or favorite place to vacation?
do you like coffee?
do you wear makeup?
some of your favorite singers??

answers:
i've been to california tons of times, but i loveee it!
i like cappuccinos but not plain coffee.
yeah just mascara n foundation n sometimes eyeliner
ed, lewis watson, trevor hall idk :))