"Im Fine." {5sos A.U}

"I'm Sad."

Song: Can You Feel My Heart~ Bring Me The Horizon

Ashton looked in the corner to find his little sister, Lauren, crying. She was bundled up in a little ball.

That's it. Ashton thought. He was going to get this man out of the house, out of the family, out of his life.

His dad slurred something about getting more beer before vanishing into the kitchen.

First he kneeled down and in front of Lauren. She was only 12 and way too young for this.

"Are you okay?" Ashton nervously asked as he checked her face for any injuries. Lauren couldn't bring herself to speak so she just answered with a slow nod.

"What did he do to you?" The girl pulled up her sleeve to show Ashton a collection of fresh bruises and scratches that would soon scar.

Ashton shook his head in anger. This has got to stop. Ashton thought. Hitting him was borderline fine but hitting his siblings wasn't okay.

"Go upstairs." Ashton ordered.

"Ashton please don't-"

"Lauren go upstairs now! Actually that's not enough. Here take this and go to the mall with harry." Ashton handed her $50.

She nodded and ran up the stairs to collect her little brother before exiting the house.

Ashton took off his tie to make sure that he couldn't be strangled by it.

He stormed into the kitchen and found his dad perched over the kitchen counter swinging a a biitle of whiskey in his hand, watching intently as it swirled inside the glass container.

Hid dad don't feel any guilt. None. This frustrated Ashton even more. He would always call it 'discipline'.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Ashton yelled.

His dad shrugged unphased as if it was nothing. "You weren't here 'nd some one has got to be punished." He explained.

"She's a fucking twelve year old girl!"

"I don't care. Why the hell would I care?' He said approaching him slowly.

"Huh?"he caried on. He was now squaring up to Ashton just barely an inch taller than the teenage boy. Ashton could smell the lingering smell of alcohol on his breath.

"Oh so not so eager to now, are we? Go on son say something to your dad." He said smirking in evil amusement.

Ashton was sick of being weak, sick onf not standing up to him. He had his hand wrapped in a ball so tighy his knuckles were white.

It was time.

As his dad went for a punch to his stomach, he grabbed his hand blocking it and swung his fist and connected it hard with his dads nose.

The moment went into slow motion for Ashton. He thought of all the moments he had been hit, he thought about how he had hurt Lauren, he thought about the things that he missed out on because of his dad.

He used all thid anger to throw another punch to his dad's stomach. Hid dad doubled over and clutchrd his stomach as well as holding his now-bleeding nose.

Ashton didn't know what he just did or the consequences that would come with it but all he knew Is that he felt good. And even though he had used violence he felt better, almost happy.

When ashton was looking the other way his dad staggered over to the stove and grabbed hold of a empty frying pan.

All of a sudden Ashton felt a sharp pain on his head. He had been hit with the metal pan.