For you I would ruin myself

prologue

The door slams open and it quite literally shakes the house from top to bottom. Ashton braces himself, he knows what's coming.

"Ashton, get out here right now," Charlie yells.

"Hi dad," he says innocently, hoping that it could take away some of his anger, but it just adds to it.

"That's all you've got to say? Asher what the hell were you doing? What in the freaking world were you thinking? I've taught you better, so much fucking better, and you go ahead and disappoint me and I am so ashamed. When will this stop Asher, tell me when will it stop?"

"For fuck's sake Dad, it's always my fault is it. Nothing is ever enough for the mighty Charlie Hayes, mistakes are unacceptable to you aren't they?"

"Watch your goddamn language, young man. You should be glad I haven't thrown you out of the house," Charlie screams, "Do you have any idea what this does to my career and my reputation?"

"Oh yes, cause it's always about you. The whole fucking world just revolves around you," Ashton replies furiously.

"I'm a doctor Asher. I'm a world class surgeon, with 2 PhD's AND MULTIPLE DOCTORATES. People travel all across Europe to have me operate the hardest procedures on them. The second they see that sort of news no one will trust me as their doctor."

The tension in the room rises and so does the silence, which is ever so deafening. Ashton looks to the floor with a cloud of guilt hanging over his head, suddenly he clutches his hands onto the chair that was supporting him. "Well it's not like you haven't done that. Maybe not in public, but it's happened hasn't it?" He begins to turn his back and walk to back to his room. "Anyways, no one reads the goddamn doctor news or whatever."

"ASHTON LEVI HAYES, don't you dare to turn your back on me ever again," Ashton completely freezes and doesn't move another millimetre, "Yes, I have, you aren't wrong, I've stopped for a long time already and it is not a reason for you to reflect my behaviour."

"Do you think I want to? In what world would I want to reflect your behaviour? It's my life mission to be anything but someone like you," He's now fully facing his father again, "I fucking grew up watching you do that shit, that was the norm for me Dad. So when I see people who are only slightly older than me do that stuff obviously it becomes even more normal. I knew it wasn't good for me, but it wasn't out of the ordinary for me," Ashton says hopelessly.

The cloud of guilt now hangs so heavily over Charlie's head that even Ashton could feel it. The silence filled the room once again, but it was a comfortable, it was needed.

"How long am I grounded for? Like 2 months or so?" Ashton asks urgently.

Charlie remains silent as if he's about to fall apart any second. Ashton is waiting for him to fall apart, but he doesn't, instead he tells Ashton, "You're not grounded, because you're just going to sneak out night after night and that's not any help."

"Bu–," Ashton tries to protest.

"Don't interrupt me," he says in a booming voice, "We're moving to Cambridge, you're going to a private school where they will be up your ass half the time. You will be at home from Monday to Wednesday packing up your stuff and we'll be in Cambridge by Thursday and you start school on Thursday alright? No buts, we are moving whether you like it or not."

Ashton feels his face burning up and he tries to control his anger, "What about your job? How will you get me into a high-class school that quickly, especially with what's happened, they won't want me. And what about mum? How the hell is she gonna react to this?"

"Son, money can get you anywhere. And don't worry about my job, I'll always find something. As for your mum, she's always wanted to get away from London, so again don't worry about anything it's all fine. Boxes will arrive tomorrow so start packing, I'll have professional pack up the kitchen."

Ashton slams his bedroom door, anger courses through his veins. "Money can get you anywhere," he mocks Charlie, "Fucking cunt, being filthy rich doesn't solve any problems, can't stand his fucking face anymore," he lays down on his bed and feels tears rolling down the side of his face.

He feels empty. He can't feel anything. He's not mad or angry or guilty. He literally can't feel anything but thoughts rush in and out of his mind, "Goddammit!" Ashton screams into his pillow, tears continue to stream down his face until he drifts off to sleep.