Shattered (Continuation of: The Chase) ▹ Ashton Irwin

Chapter Forty One

Confusion. Complete and utter confusion, was all I seemed to feel at this moment. I was in a daze, unsure of what was fake and what was reality. I was under a spell of pure anger, along with the feelings of not knowing what was happening. I stumbled down the stairs, my feet tripping over each other while I was shaking in a panicked frenzy. My head hurt, my muslces ached, my heart was throbbing. Only half of what was comprehendable was in my mind, while the rest was all just a blur. I can honestly say, I have never been more perplexed in my entire life.

Where even was I? I thought. Though I knew exacty where I was, my mind still acted as if nothing was clear anymore. I just wanted to get out of this shut down club, and find the quickest way to just get home. I felt like I was gonna pass out at any moment, and I didn't want to be caught unconscience alone on the streets of Las Vegas. The last thing I wanted was to be here. I would be fine with being anywhere in the world, as long as it wasn't here.

"Shit shit shit," I breathed, fumbling with my phone in my hands. I didn't care who I was to call, I just needed a ride out of here. I was in so much extreme pain, with my stomach doing flips with my desire to puke. So much realization was pulsing through my mind, and I wasn't sure how long it will last, or how long I'll be able to handle it. It was a pounding in my head; a mix of being hungover and feeling like an idiot.

I decided to call Leila, since she knows that I was here. I'm the one who took her to this club, anyways, so she wouldn't be weirded out if I asked her to pick me up. I haven't heard from any of them since I ditched Riley last night, and I would assume they all went home. My only hope was that they were awake.

I was standing on the dirty sidewalk, with the burning sun beating down on me. Cars sped past me, making the embarrassment only increase. I probably looked like a train-wreck prostitue to them, standing in a tight black dress on the side of the street with my hair a matted mess. I dialed Leila's number, and shakily put the phone up to my ear.

Ring after ring, the phone line dragged on for what felt like ages. I just wanted her to pick up, so I could get home safetly and think everything through. I had no idea of what to say or think about my current situation, and I wanted to be somewhere quiet instead of a busy street corner at 12:00 pm.

To my shitty luck, Leila's phone went to voicemail, and I could assume that she was probably asleep. I tried both Riley and Lauren's, but they didn't answer either. I groaned, wiping the sweat off my forehead and gazing around my surroundings. I was so far from home, in a part of town that I really shouldn't be in by myself. I really wish I had my own car, but of course I just don't. I could call Ashton...

"Fuck!" I yelled, kicking the wall of the club I was standing next to. Even just thinking about him made me want to puke. If I just pictured his face and what I've done, I feel like I'm gonna throw up. I was in shock, really. I had no idea how to process this. But, I was sane enough to know that Ashton is the last person I need to call right now. I need to find another wayto get home, so I can just get out of here. I flipped through my contacts some more, until I came across a name I haven't even said or seen in a very long time.

I decided to call Natalie, and ask her to pick me up. I know she's got a car and she can drive, and she's a very sweet and understanding person. If I was going to tell anyone what just happened, it would probably be her. I put the phone up to my ear again, and began to pace around while I waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?" Her voice said a few moments later.

"Natalie?" I squeaked, clearing my horse voice.

"Brooke?" she asked. "Are you alright?"

"C-can you come pick me up?" I asked her. My voice was so tired and quiet, and I didn't know if she could even hear me.

"Oh! Yeah of course," she replied. I heard rustling noises in the background, like she was getting out of bed or something. "Where are you?"