No memory-5sos-ot4

Chapter 1

Ashton was sitting at the dinner table, trying to draw when the front door of the house came flying open, slamming roughly into the wall. Ashton sighed and closed his notebook knowing he'd get no more work done the rest of the night. He sat quietly at the kitchen table as his parents screamed and yelled at one another from the living room.

"Good god, get me out of here." Ashton whispered to himself as he heard a vase shatter against the wall.

His parents only got louder and more violent as the argument went on, not caring in the slightest about their son sitting at the table. They probably didn't even know he was there.

"Ashton!" His dad yelled as he came stumbling into the kitchen.

"Hmm?" Ashton asked not bothering to look at him.

"Clean this shit up." His dad slurred walking towards Ashton and yanking him out of the chair.

Instead of replying Ashton grabbed the cleaning supplies from the hall closet and went to the living room. There was glass shattered everywhere and a small pool of blood on the white carpet, but his mom was sitting on the couch, bandaging her cut wrist. She did it herself with a piece of glass from the vase, threatening Ashton's father with suicide if he didn't stop screaming, to which his father screamed at her do it, that he didn't care, that he wished she would. Ashton cleaned up the mess then went to his basement room, silently begging for a way to get away from all of this. He felt like he was stuck playing the same day over and over but he hasn't, his life had just become a terrible nightmarish loop of screams and yells. Ashton decided he was going to runaway, once and for all, that he needed to do this for his own safety. He waited until he knew his parents were in bed, or at least passed out from whatever things they had taken and snuck upstairs. His dad was sleeping on the couch and Ashton very carefully took the house key from his pocket so he'd be able to open the front door which wasn't possible without a key. Ashton unlocked the front door and slowly creaked it open, wincing at every noise it made. It was cold and Ashton was not dressed for it, he was only wearing a thin shirt, thin pants, socks and his glasses. Before long it was pouring down rain and Ashton felt a bit numb but he refused to stop walking, wanting to get as far away from his house as possible. Eventually he got extremely tired and cold, and ended up collapsing to the ground, loosing consciousness.

"Storm is getting worse. Hurry and clean up so we can go get Calum." Michael said turning to Luke who was changing out of his stained clothes.

"Go start the truck so it's warm." Luke said wiping his face off.

"Alright. Don't take too long please. You know how Calum is with storms." Michael said slipping his jacket on.

"Of course. I love you." Luke said as Michael walked out of the back room.

"I love you too." Michael called right before the door closed.

Michael clocked him and Luke out then quickly ran to the truck, he was wearing warm clothes and the cold air still chilled him to the bone. He got into the truck and started it up, turning the heat on to a warm, comfortable temperature and waited for Luke. Soon, Luke emerged from the building, quickly running to the truck, his heavy boots making large splashes within the puddles on the ground.

"Jesus it's cold." Luke shuddered getting in the truck.

Michael agreed and began driving to Ben's, Luke's brother, house to pick up Calum. Calum didn't like being home alone so when Luke and Michael went to work Calum either went to Ben's or Jake's house until they got off. Michael pulled into Ben's driveway to see Calum's head in one of the windows. Calum's head immediately disappeared but the tan male soon came running out of the house and to the truck, quickly getting and buckling up.

"Hi." Calum said.

"Hey." Luke greeted as Michael pulled out of the driveway.

Calum was looking out the window, watching the rain soak everything when he saw something, or someone, laying on the sidewalk.

"What's that?" Calum asked pointing to it.

"It's a boy!" Luke gasped as Michael's headlights hit him.

"We're not going to leave him are we?" Calum asked.

"No, of course not. Cal, there are towels beneath your seat, get them out and lay them on the seat beside you. Luke, help him if he needs it. I'll be back." Michael said pulling over.

Michael got out and quickly crossed the street to the boy. He rolled the boy onto his back, from where he was previously on his stomach, and checked for a pulse, being quite relieved when he found a pretty steady one. He carefully scooped the boy up into his arms and quickly went back to his truck. Calum opened the back door for Michael, who sat the boy down on the towels Calum had laid out then got back in. Luckily it didn't take that long to get to Michael, Luke, and Calum's house from where the boy was laying.

"Okay, Luke, can you go prepare the guest room?" Michael asked as they headed inside.

"Of course." Luke said walking off.

Michael carried the boy into a large bathroom, laying him down on a bench that was in the room.

"Cal, can you go get me some dry clothes from your closet so I can get him out of theses wet clothes?" Michael asked as Calum had followed behind him.

"But, you shouldn't remove his clothes without his consent." Calum said furrowing his eyebrows at Michael.

"This is a bit different, okay? You're right in most situations clothing shouldn't be removed without consent but if we don't get him into some warm, dry clothes then he won't be able to warm up and he needs to be able to get warm. So will you go get me those clothes?" Michael asked.

Calum nodded and walked off to go get some dry clothes. Michael carefully removed the wet, dirty clothes from the boy and took a wash rag, with warm water and gently wiped off any dirt from his face, hands, chest, abdomen, and feet, basically anywhere but the private bits.

"Why does he have so many bruises?" Calum asked walking back in with clothes.

"I don't know, baby. We'll ask him when he wakes up." Michael said taking the clothes from Calum.

The clothes Calum brought consisted of, warm fuzzy socks, a pair of leggings, and a big, warm, sweater. Michael very gently, redressed the boy then carried him to the guest room which Luke had prepared like asked. Calum helped Michael tuck the boy into the warm blanket and soft pillows.

"Have you ate?" Michael asked as him and Calum left the room.

"Yeah. I was pretty hungry so Ben gave me pizza rolls. Did you want me to wait until we got home?" Calum asked.

"No. I was just making sure. Luke and I have are as well, so bedtime." Michael said loud enough for Luke, who was laying on the couch to hear as well.

Michael, Calum, and Luke quickly got dressed for bed, and fairly easily fell asleep, blocking out the sound of the storm for Calum.