Ice {Lashton AU}

Pain~

Italics are flashbacks ~

The gif doesn't really have anything to do with this chapter it's just cute (:

Ashton's POV

My hand was throbbing, but I didn't admit that as Luke traced the bruises.

I've punched people before, it doesn't mean the pain would become any less apparent. You just learn to ignore it, and I've spent most of my life doing that. I've managed to push away every single person that could ever cause me pain.

That's when I realized, maybe I'm the one hurting them?

I always chose an opposite path from what my family was pulling me towards. They wanted things for me that I didn't care for. Like graduating and have an immediate career; play it safe.

But I wanted to press my boundaries, and see if there was something really out there that was better. I wanted to meet people and explore an entire world filled with opportunities. I'm still planning to do that but I need money, unfortunately. So the stupid, young me tried to get it any way I could. The next thing I knew, I was dropping out of school. I took a few wrong turns and ran into the wrong people. I was almost consumed by a darker side I never thought I had.

This guy came along and dragged innocent little me into a broken world. I was just so eager to rid myself of the pressure of my past that I went with it. He was my first "boyfriend", so I trusted him.

I wasn't a smart person.

He pressured me into doing things that I knew weren't right. But I thought I was in love so someone I loved wouldn't do anything to hurt me, right? I was soon trying drugs and he was constantly using me for sex. I was getting a lot of tattoos and piercings. I don't mind the tattoos it's just that they're a constant remember of what happened. This wasn't a great time for me.

Then one night, my "boyfriend" came home very late and very drunk. He started yelling and throwing things. Instead of seeing the danger, I stayed and tried to comfort him like the idiot I was.

He hit me.

I'm actually kind of glad he did, because it woke me the fuck up. I got out of there as fast as I could and now I'm in this small town, watching an angel's eyes fill with guilt and worry as he examined my injured hand.

Luke was so kind and innocent. Something I always strived to be. I didn't deserve to be anywhere near the angel boy. He was the light I've searched for. But now I knew that I can never be his because I would smother it.

The blonde started biting his lip ring which seemed to be a nervous habit of his. Smooth skin brushed over my hand ever so lightly.

"Oh my gosh I'm sorry! It's all my fault." Luke spilled, beautiful blue eyes containing pure concern. I was honestly shocked and almost angry with his statement. He was freaking attacked but he was hovering over my minor injuries. I shook my head.

"It's probably nothing compared to what your feeling. I'm going to fucking kill that guy if I haven't already. No one deserves what he did to you." I seethed, remembering everything.
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I was meeting my friend at a club. We had both had desperately needed a night off and were planning to drink our worries away together. When I got into the pounding building, he was no where in sight.

It only took a little while to find him. He was dancing with some black haired kid that was probably a worse dancer than me. But the two were obviously having fun so I didn't bother them. I headed towards the bar when a familiar blonde caught my attention.

Luke sat on one of the stools, downing a shot. I watched as he scrunched his nose up at the burning taste and it happened to be the most adorable thing ever. I was contemplating on whether to approach him when some drunk fool beat me to it. The stranger's eyes were wild and I knew this couldn't end well.