"Stop..." Ashton begged.
"Wouldn't want that pretty wife of yours to find out about this would you? That's right." Bryana smirked. She was straddling Ashton's hips as he was about to give in again. Then it hit Ashton, the sudden realization that he doesn't have a wife.
He didn't have to take it anymore! This "wife" that Bryana thought he had didn't exist. She had no idea he was gay. Ashton scoffed, "you don't know me very well, I'm done! Tell 'her'! I don't care anymore! I'm not some sëx doll for your crazy possessed body to use!" He didn't know where the courage came from, maybe Calum's words from last night or seeing Michael crying himself to sleep.
"Asht-" she went to grab his arm but Ashton pushed her off. She landed on the floor with an "oomf!"
"Sorry, Bryana."
"I'M MEANT FOR YOU! MY PSYCHIC TOLD ME!" She screamed as Ashton walked out of the hospital with his head held up for the first time in the past few days. Sure, it hadn't gone on for a long time, but it was long enough. Three days and it was over.
"Screw them all," Ashton said, proceeding to leave the crappy place he called "work".
"I don't want to eat. My stomach hurts," Luke cried as he clung to the couch.
"Please try something. You'll just make it worse-"
"No I won't! You will!" Luke pulled the duvet over his head and ignored Michael.
Calum was sitting on the recliner, eating a sandwich and flipping through channels on the Tv.
Ashton was smiling as he entered the house, but he was met with a strong feeling of dread and depression. "Oh, look who's not a dead beat after all!" Calum said sarcastically.
"Dad!" Luke cheered. Michael's face lit up when he saw Ashton.
"You're home... early."
"Yeah... Let's turn some lights on it's depressing in here-"
"I think it's just you." Calum replied.
"Anyways, Michael. I need to talk to you later."
Michael nodded, "alright,"
"Luke how are you?" Ashton rubbed his stomach.
Luke pushed his hand away, "still sick."
"Did you eat anything?" Ashton pressed on the subject.
"I'm not hungry. I don't wanna get up," Luke cried again.
Michael shrugged when Ashton looked back at him. "Please baby boy? Some toast?" Luke agreed and ate a piece of toast before falling asleep.
***
"What did you wanna talk about?" Michael asked. He was sitting on their bed in nothing but boxers and one of Ashton's t-shirts. He looked like an adorable kitten.
Ashton sighed, "I-um. You're going to be upset and you might want to leave when I tell you, but I love you okay?" Ashton promised, pacing the room.
"Just tell me," Michael pushed his hair out of his face.
"I-I can't, I don't know how and I don't think you'll like it," Ashton's palms were getting sweaty and his knees were nearly shaking.
"Whatever it is just say it!" Michael was getting frustrated and tired but it was slowly turning into just anger and fear.
"When I was gone late the past few days it wasn't because of a patient..." Now terrified, Michael was straring at Ashton, waiting for him to continue.
"A-at first I wanted to, but th-then she m-made me. She was threatening me and I was scared and I'm sorry-"
"What is it?"
"I s-slept with someone," Ashton sobbed out, "please don't leave me, please please stay!" Michael was speechless."I love you. I love you so much. I wish I never met her. I'm s-sorry-"
"You wanted to sleep with her at first?" Michael spoke in realization.
"I'm sorry," Ashton's voice was hoarse. He was freely crying as Michael thought over what he was just told.
"That's not something that can be forgiven easily, Ash."
"I know, I know you're mad, but you're the only one I want. I don't wanna leave and I don't want the boys to know,"
"Why would I tell them? It's not going to help them knowing how f*cking stupid you are!" Michael threw a pillow at Ashton, "I don't want to be around you right now-"
"It wasn't my fault!" Ashton cried, collapsing to the floor in tears.
"You could have stopped it! We both know you're strong enough to push some girl away, so obviously you did want it the whole time!"
"She was manipulative, I didn't have a choice!" Ashton silently was hoping Michael would forgive him and then they would cuddle and sleep and be okay, but he had a feeling that wouldn't happen.
"Mikey, I love you..." Ashton clung to the pillow he had been "given" as Michael thought over something to say. He wasn't mad at Ashton so much as he was himself.
"Right now I don't think I can say that back to you, good night, Ashton."
"Oh..." Ashton got to his feet, his legs were numb, along with the rest of his body. If Michael ever left him, he wouldn't be able to carry out a happy life. Ashton carried the pillow to the recliner and laid there for a while. Luke was already "sleeping" on the other couch.
Him and Calum wouldn't be able to sleep after what they both discovered about their dad.
The older boy planted a baby monitor under his dad's bed a while ago. He turned it on if he thought Ashton and Michael were going to talk about something important or something that involved him. Calum and Luke were situated in their bedroom on the floor as the baby monitor revealed Ashton's promiscuous behavior.
"Are they going to break up?" Luke whispered. Calum shrugged.
The subject was dropped for the time when Luke went back to the couch, and Calum passed out on the floor by the baby monitor, hearing Michael cry himself to sleep for the third night in a row.
A/N: I hope this wasn't confusing. I'm going to explain other things later. Hi guys!
