When Ashton was finally able to stop staring at the dead man, he climbed upstairs and found a normal looking house.
He took slow steps and felt numb, he couldn't believe he actually caused someone to lose his life. He walked out of the house, leaving a trace of blood behind him since he couldn't even thimk about treating his wrist.
His mind was in a complete shock, having a hard time to even picture the man's dead face again.
He strolled out of the house and when he stepped into the cold air, it hit his arm and shoke the pain back to life. He clanched his hands to fists again and kept walking down the street, having no idea where he was going.
He didn't even think about his open wounds and the trace of blood he was leaving after him, increasing the odds that someone might smell him and go after him. He closed his eyes in pain again but kept forcing his legs to move on.
In some point, he collapsed on his knees and tears floated his eyes again when he thought about what he has done. It brought odds feelings to his chest and it was too heavy to deal with.
Someone's shadow appeared infront of him and he didn't even bother to look up and see who it was.
Luke placed his palms under Ashton's armpits and lifted him to stand. He looked so much younger when he cried and frowned.
"What happened?" Luke picked up Ashton's wrists.
"I.. I killed someone."
"Who?"
"I don't know him." Ashton spoke quietly and then looked at Luke, letting Luke see the fear in his big eyes.
Luke didn't say anything else as he throwed Ashton on his shoulder and took both of them quickly to his house. He walked past his front door and straight to the kitchen, placing Ashton on the ground to stand and grasping both of Ashton's wrists. He took a towel and wrapped it around the injured wrist.
Ashton kept having tears rolling down his face but he was silent, no sounds, no whimperes, no cries.
"It has to be bandaged." Luke muttered, more to himself then to Ashton and then left for a few seconds befor going back with a box in his hand. He opened it and took the bandages and things he needed out of the box. He whiped the blood from Ashton's hands and then took a needle and a thin wire, holding tightly Ashton's wrist between his fingers. When he stuck the first stitch in Ashton's skin, he immediately resisted and tried pulling his hand back but Luke held tight and he knew it had to be done.
Ashton was stronger now and when he fought back it only caused Luke to hold tighter and make him feel more pain.
"Let go."
"Shut up."
"Stop!" Ashton raised his voice and started putting more power in his resistance.
Luke wasn't patient and all he tried to do is make him stop bleeding at that moment. He bent Ashton's knee, using his own leg, and made him lay on the floor. He pulled Ashton's wrist above his head while sitting on Ashton and holding him down.
He started stiching him and Ashton screamed once again. He gritted his teeth and took in a sharp breath every now and then.
When Luke was done, he wrapped the wrist in a bandage and then freed Ashton to do what he wants with his hand.
He looked down at Ashton pale and injured face and knew he shouldn't let himself feel like he feels right now. He needed to stay distanced, cold and distanced.
"You're hurting my ribs." Ashton whispered and Luke stood up.
He pulled Ashton to stand as well and then led him to the bathroom.
"Can you shower?"
"Not now."
"You have to,"
"I...."
"I'll help you but I swear, this is the last time."
"I really need to lay down."
"Take a shower and then you could sleep as much as you want."
Ashton didn't reply so Luke once again, pulled his shirt above his head and then he saw the blue marks that rested on Ashton's hip and ribs.
Ashton pulled down his pants by himself and shivered when he stood only in his underwear.
"I can do it alone." Ashton spoke and it took Luke a few moments but he eventually nodded and left the bathroom.
Ashton turned on the water and put his hand under the flow, feeling the cold rush, when the water turned hot he got into the shower and sat down. He knew Luke is outside and might walk in on him so he prefered staying with his underwear.
Luke waited out of the door and fought his inner self. He couldn't start caring for the boy, he needed to stay cold and harsh, like he always was.
When its been more then ten mintues, Luke walked into the bathroom without knocking and Ashton didn't even raise his head. He was sitting with his knees pressed to his chest and his head was sinked in between.
"Are you done?" Luke could tell he wasn't done, Ashton's hair was still dry and all he did was the fill the bath.
He got no reply again so he took the shower head and put the rush above Ashton's hair. He knew Ashton wouldn't want him to touch him so he washed his hair and told him to wash his body and rubb it with soap but Ashton didn't even looked at him as he spoke.
"Come on Ashton," Luke shoke him lightly.
He was dirty and had dry blood in all kind of places on his body, he had to clean himself because water only couldn't.
Luke sighed and then took the soap himself, rubbing Ashton's back and arms. He kept going to his shoulder and back of the neck. Ashton still didn't react so he started rubbing the soap on his legs, slowly going up and making Ashton jump when he reached his thighs. Ashton let his legs fall and reveal his face, he took the soap from Luke and kept going himself, doing his thighs and stomach by himself.
Ten minutes after, he was wearing a new underwear and warm clothes.
"Are you going to talk?" Luke crossed his hands over his chest as he watched Ashton sitting silently on the couch.
"I killed him." Ashton whispered.
"Who?"
"The werewolf."
"Was he the one to attacked you?" Luke asked, reffering to Ashton's injuris.
Ashton nodded and let his head fall back on the back of the couch.
"Now I'm a monstar." He closed his eyes.
"Killing one person doesn't make you a mosntar. Killing doesn't make you a monstar at all, there's far worse then that in this side of the world."
Ashton stayed silent and just kept his eyes closed while Luke left him alone and went upstairs.
