Schizophrenia|| 5sos #Wattys2015

Ashton

Recap: "Who is this person?" "My dad."

•Flashback•
"Ashton! Come downstairs!" My mom yelled to me. I ran down the stairs. "Yes, mommy?" I said to her. "We are going to go stay with grandma and grandpa for awhile." I looked at her. "Why?" I asked. "We're just going on a vacation." I nodded. "Why don't I help you pack." She said. I smiled. She took my hand walking me to my room.

"Is daddy coming with us?" I asked as my mom folded one of shirts. "No, daddy's staying home." I nodded. I then heard a loud bang. "Shit." My mom mumbled. "What's wrong mommy?" She looked at me concerned. "Stay here." She said walking out the door into the hall way. I moved to the end of my bed and opened the door to see into the hallway. I saw my dad standing there with my mom. He was yelling at her. "Fucking bitch!" He yelled. My mom fell to the ground. I stood up and opened my door a little farther. My dad looked up and he caught my eye. I felt my eyes grow wide. I slammed my door and pushed my chair up against it and under the door knob. "Go away!" I screamed. He banged on my door. "Stupid little shit." He said walking away from my door.

I heard screaming. That's all I heard. The screams of my mom being beaten by him. My eyes teared up. "Stop." I said quietly. Then the screams seemed to die down. I stood up and moved the chair away from my door. "Mom?" I said quietly. "Ashton!" I heard her scream. "Ashton!" I ran to her voice. "Mommy!" I ran to her room. "Mommy!"

I stood there in the doorway to my parents room. "Take one move Ashton and you're both fucking dead." My dad said pointing his gun at me. Tears stung my eyes. "Daddy please." I said through the tears. "Mark, please don't. Kill me not my boy." He smiled. "Fine." He pointed the gun to her. "Want to see her dead kid?" I shook my head. He moved the gun closer to her head until it touched her forehead. "Say goodbye." He said pulling the trigger. My eyes widened. I shook my head. "No!" I screamed. "What did you do!" Tears poured down my face. I ran over to her. The sheets to the bed turned a rusty red color. "She got what she fucking deserved."

-Three years later-
"You stupid shit!" My dad yelled. He lifted him hand and slammed it down on my face. I let out a whine. "Oh, you actually say something." He laughed. My eyes began to sting. I breathed in. I shook my head. "Stay here you little shit. I'll be back." I sat there tears stinging the cuts on my face. I staggered to my feet and headed for the door. "Where do you think you're going you little shit!" He yelled. I looked back at him. He stood there with the gun that killed my mother. I continued to move toward the door. I heard the click of the gun. I opened the door and felt something pierce through my shoulder. I fell to the ground. I held my shoulder. My dad walked up to me. "Stay out there you shit." He said slamming the door. I lied there until someone saw me. Which no one did.
•Flashback over•
"I need to get out of here!" I screamed to Luke and Calum. Calum walked up to me he placed his hand on my shoulder. "You need to stand up to him." I shook my head. I pulled away from Calum. "This is what happened last time I tried to do something like that." I pulled my shirt sleeve down to show the bullet scar on my shoulder. "When clean trough, just like it did to my mother's fucking head." I said. Calum winced at the sight of it. "He did that?" I nodded. "This is the other reason I was put in a fucking foster care!" I yelled. "Ashton, just breathe." Luke said. "Luke I can't! I'm not going to calm down about this!" I yelled. Calum put his arm around my shoulders. "We're standing up to that fucking bastard."

Calum walked me put to the lobby where two police officers held my father's arms. His hands in handcuffs. I looked down. "Why are you here?" I said. "Your foster mom came to tell me you were back here." I rolled my eyes. "You don't give shit about me." I said. "If you have a shit about me you won't have beaten me or killed my mom." Calum grabbed my shoulders. I shook him off. I walked towards my dad. "This is for all those fucking years." I lifted my arm and brought it down in his face. "Fucking bastard." I screamed as he fell to the ground. I continued to hit him. "Ashton!" Calum yelled. I shoved him away. "It's your fucking turn!" I yelled. "Your fucking turn!" Then I felt hands on my shoulder. "Come on Ashton." I tried to fight the grips. "No!" I screamed. Then I felt a pinch in my neck. My eyes began to close. "Fuck you!" I screamed. "Fuck you!"

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