Dollhouse//Lashton

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Ashton's POV

Luke left his bag in my car.

I should probably go give it to him.

Plus, I want to see his house.

So, I grabbed his bag and went up to his doorstep. I just let myself in because I doubt they would mind.

I opened the door and what I saw was horrifying.

*Trigger Warning*

Luke was lying on the ground screaming and crying while a woman who looked exactly like him was beating him along with a man who shared many features. There was a broken bottle next to him and pieces of glass visibly stuck in his skin.

He was lying on the ground yelling for them to stop while they were mercilessly beating him.

They were both obviously drunk and he was screaming and crying on the ground. 

Then I got a sudden wiff of pot. It smelled like someone was smoking in the house.

I was about to do something but then the parents kicked him a final time and left.

Luke was left lying in a pool of his own blood and tears crying.

"Oh my god Luke!" I yelled running over to him.

"A-Ashton?! W-what are y-you d-doing h-here?!" He said while coughing out his own blood.

"You left your bag but oh my god. Are you okay?!"

"N-no." He faintly said and I picked him up, he was WAY lighter than you should be, and lead him to what I assume was his bedroom since it had an L scratched into it.

I opened the door and saw the saddest room ever. 

It was a single, small, shitty bed with only a sheet and then a pile of a couple pieces of clothes.

I set him down on the bed and he winced in pain.

"Can I- Can I see your chest?" I asked nervously.

"No." He said still crying.

"Why not?" I asked?

"You're just going to make fun of me again."

(A/n I might be crying a little. This is so depressing.)