Abuse // 5sos (Book 1 & 2)

Chapter 4: Cheetos

A tall figure shook me awake.

"Luke w- ahh." My head was throbbing "W-hat do you want?" His eyes were filled with an emotion I couldn't quite identify.

He took his phone screen and shook it inches away from my face. "This, look what you've done."

My eyes started to collapse on themselves but Luke grabbed my arm.

"Oww, stop, seriously." I pulled myself from his grip but still followed him.

I sat infront of his compter. On the screen read, Luke Hemmings girlfriend drunk

He pushed my hand away from the mouse and scrolled down to the video.

I was on the screen, pretending to pole dance. Then when Luke told them to leave I said, "Like yesterday when you-," before I flew back.

There was thousands of rumors of what people thought I was going to say.

All I could think was, he shouldn't have made me drink.

He placed two fingers on my left cheek and one on my right cheek, and pressed together, causing my lips to bulge out like a fish. "Do you see what you have done? Your drinking has caused people to think I rape and slash or abuse you."

I returned his indignant glare, "Who's fault is this really? You made me drink and you slapped me."

He pressed my cheeks together tighter and brought his face close to mine. "The words came out of your mouth. Not mine."

I put my hands on his chest and tried to push him away but he tightened his grip. "I'm going to a concert. The paparazzi will be here. So close all the doors and windows and DO NOT leave the house, no matter what." He released my cheeks and started to walk off. I jumped onto the bed.

"Maybe I will leave. Maybe I will tell them everything." But we both knew that they wouldn't believe me, and Luke used that to his advantage.

"Fine tell them but who would believe you?" I frowned, of course no one would believe me.

After he left, I started to cry. I was alone, I had no friends, my family was thousands of miles away and the only person who I truly loved was in a fight with me.

But.

I needed someone, someone to comfort me.

I opened the front zipper of my backpack to find a curled up piece of paper. I dialed the number.

"H-hello, Ashton." He recogonized my voice immediatly, "Luke's not home so c-can you come over. I need you."

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He opened the door slowly.

I threw sheets over every opening so there was no proof of this friendship.

He smiled, "What do you need?" His hazels irises were filled with fear dispite his smile.

I told him everything as he chuckled, "I'm a pole dancer," he stiffened. "Uh sorry, but it wasn't your fault . He made you drink."

"Ashton..." he looked so familiar. He batted his hazel eyes in innocence. Then I realized "I remember you now, Ash. my only friend in 8th grade. I-I missed you so much." I was speechless. No wonder he recognized my voice so quickly.

I pulled him in for a hug. "Wow, I don't know what to say. You're so different. So mature. So not scrawny." I chuckled.

"You don't have to." He returned the hug, "Do you still have an obsession with cheetos?" We were friends when we were younger but then he moved to California.

I laughed, " Duh. But Luke doesn't. So I haven't had them for a while." He refused to buy them.

"I figured." He handed me a bag of puffy cheetos. I pulled apart the aluminum and inhaled the sweet scent. The cheese melted in my mouth and then came the chewy corn chip part.

"You know me so well." I gulped down the bag. "I actually have something for you." Years ago, I made him a best friend necklace, but was always too afraid to present it to him.

It was odd shaped. Coated in gold, it was messy, how any thirteen year old girl would do it, but the two pieces fit perfectly together.

I rumaged through my suitcase, and finally gave him the other half.

I imagined his face to distort or for him to deny it but he wrapped it around his neck. Then he took mine and wrapped it around my neck.

"Do me a favor, and don't cry." he mumbled the words "over luke," solemnly, like he didn't want me to hear. I nodded. We talked for almost an hour before I heard a key click.

"Shit." I could feel my hands shaking in fear.

"Wait, I'll go through the trash chute." He seemed indifferent about it. I felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside. Luke probably would have pushed me through the trash shoot instead.

"I'll go distract Luke." He jumped inside.

I turned my head indignantly when I saw him.

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