//Luke//
Three days. I'd been in this depiction of hell for three days and I was slowly starting my spiral into utter insanity. That's ironic. Ashton hadn't spoken to me all morning and he went off to lunch having not said a word to me. He had gone for his shower and I followed suit after everyone else, being dragged by a guard into a freezing cold 5 minute shower and changing into the same dirty jumpsuit again. Then I got restrained with the same handcuffs and taken down the same eerie basement corridor, shoved into the same cell with the same room mate.
The room mate who was aggressively working out on the floor.
The room mate who was sweaty and looking incredibly attractive. Wait. What?
"H-hi," I gulped, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. I was still certain that Ashton wanted to murder me at any chance he got and seeing him with his muscles in full power made me even more intimidated.
"Work out with me," Ashton panted, doing another press up.
"No," I blurted.
"If you do 25 press ups, I'll tell you why I'm in here," Ashton said casually and I stared at him in shock.
"You're willing to give up information that easily?" I scratched my head.
"Possibly," Ashton shrugged, panting as he did one last press up and then collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. I did about 10 press ups with ease before it began to get difficult and I was already panting and sweating.
"Ashton this is hard," I whined, 11.
"C'mon, blondie," 12.
"Fuck," I breathed, 13, 14, 15.
"Is blondie getting tired?" Ashton chuckled, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20.
"What do you," 21, "get out of this?" 22.
"I get to see a pretty boy get hot and sweaty," Ashton smirked, 23, 24.
"Shut up," 25. I collapsed onto the floor trying to catch my breath and begging the ache in my arms to go away.
"You don't want to know why I'm in here, do you?" Ashton sighed, and when I stared at him confused, he elaborated, "I mean, you don't think I'm so bad but once you find out what I did you're afraid you're going to be scared of me again."
"I'm already terrified of you," I blurted, sitting up and crossing my legs, "a-and I'm terrified of this place and- and I shouldn't be here and I don't like it, not one bit. I have my mum at home a-and my brothers and my friends and I'm in a mental asylum. Oh my god. I'm in a mental asylum." I covered my mouth, the sudden realisation hitting home once again and I started crying uncontrollably.
"Hey, hey, calm down," Ashton got off the bunk bed and sat down next to me as I gasped for breath.
"You're a psycho, why are you comforting me?" I whimpered, burying my head into my hands.
"Because my boyfriend used to be exactly like you," Ashton mumbled, "God, Luke, he was the prettiest boy ever and he dyed his hair a lot too. That's what drew me to him at first, you see, his bright green hair enticed me and I- I fell in love with him, Luke."
"Ashton?"
"Yes?"
"You called me Luke..." I stopped crying and wiped my eyes.
"Shut up, blondie," Ashton snapped, going from comforting to harsh in a matter of seconds.
"What happened to him?"
"To who?"
"Your boyfriend." I asked, hoping Ashton would give me an answer.
"I killed him."
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a/n OH NY GOD
ASHTON KILLED HIS BF
HOLY SHIEEEEET
idek
ok bye
~Teddy
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Psycho (lashton)✔
FanfictionBeing locked up in a tiny cell all alone with only yourself to talk to. To yourself, you're the only sane person in a mental asylum. *** in which luke wrongly gets thrown into a mental asylum and ashton is his cellmate.
