Step Brothers

Chapter 2

Luke's POV:

Hey in Luke Hemmings im 17 years old and my brother is Ashton Irwin and he's 18. I'm the youngest boy out of the 2 of us. He has our moms maiden name. She dies whenever I was 3 from cancer.
My dad got remarried whenever we were 10 to Rachel Malik. She has no kids so we were the only ones. She treated us as we were her own.

I was sitting up in my room on the balcony playing my guitar with Ashton whenever mom and dad yelled for us.
"Race ya." Ashton said
"Its on."

"Ashton Luke! Come here we need to talk." Yelled mum and dad.
We raced down stairs to see what was up.
"What's up mum?" Ashton said out of breath.
"So we have some news and we haven't told y'all, actually we haven't told anybody. I have a son named Zayn Malik. He's been in a mental institution for seeing things that weren't actually there. He's been locked away for about 8 1/2 years now." She said looking like she was fixing to cry.
"So we have a brother?" I said a little angry.
"Yes but there won't be anything different once he gets o-"
"Wait he's getting out?" Ashton said in shock.
"Well yes, but he wont be living with us, he's 19 so he will be living on his own. He only has 9months left. They said that he has gotten better." Mum said.

"Well the why have you been hiding it from us this whole time!!" I yelled out and ran up to my room frustrated.
Well that's just nice another kid.

We barley get dads attention as it is and here comes another one. Maybe I'm overreacting and should go get some air.
"Mum Dad I'm going to the park to think!" I yelled.

I started walking towards the park. As I got there I saw my mate Michael.
"Hey!" I yelled trying to get his attention.
"Hey, what are you doing out here? And where's Ashton?" He replied.
"I needed to clear my mind, I forgot to ask him if he wanted to go. Can we talk?"
"Yeah sure mate, let's go back to my house."

*Back at Michaels house*

"So what's wrong?" Michael asked.
"Me and Ashton were upstairs playing around with our guitars and he was using his bucket as drums as usual whenever mum and dad yelled for us. They told us we had a brother but he was on Mums side so he's our step brother. Anyways his names Zayn and he's been in a Mental institution for 8 1/2 years for seeing things that arent actually there. But I think that there's something up. Why would he be there for that long if he's just seeing things? I mean there has to be a back story." I explained to michael.
"Maybe your right. Maybe he did do something worse and your mum and dad doesn't want you to know. We can go down there tomorrow and look at his records." He said.
" Yea let's do that mate. We'll take ashton with us. Can you give me a ride home I need to talk to Ashton some more about this whole thing,I kinda just left him there."

*back at home*

ASHTONS POV:

That can't be right there's no way somebody would be locked away in a mental institution for 8 1/2 almost 9 years for just seeing things. Maybe there's a back story to all of this.
"Hey Ashton can we talk about this whole situation?" My mum said coming into the room.
"Yeah sure, but I don't get why y'all had to hid this from us for all these years."
"You wouldn't understand Ashton. Its hard. Maybe we should just talk later once all of this settles in." She replied.
"Maybe we should."
With that she left.

Buzzzzz
LUKE: Hey meet me outside near the oak tree asap

Me: okay be there in a min

I went and put on my shoes and headed out the back door.
"Ashton I'm honestly really suspicious about this whole things, there's no way he would have been gone for that long." Luke said as soon as he saw me.
"That's exactly what I was thinking, there must be something more to the story rather than him just 'seeing' things." I replied.
"Well tomorrow me and Michael planned on going down there to look at his records to see what's really going on, wanna come?'
"I have a soccer game tomorrow I cant make it, but just text me once y'all are done and we can all meet up at Starbucks, or the park." I said.

MUM'S POV:

I hope the boys don't find out about Zayn. I don't want him to be treated any different. Its not his fault, nothing was his fault it was all his imagination.