Disconnected || lashton {au}

Chapter 2

Luke's POV

Ugh, my head is throbbing. Nothing I'm not used to. Calum is still asleep next to me, on the cold wooden floor, and I think his head is bleeding. I would be sure if I could see straight, but my eyes are stinging and everything is blurred.

The morning - more like midday sun is seeping through the sides of the block out curtains and if I'm being completely honest I have no clue where I am. This is where the party was last night, I'm assuming by the beer bottles piled everywhere and sleeping bodies flung over furniture, but I have no clue whose house it is, and it seems like I'm the first awake.

A girl, with teased red hair and a black nose ring groans from the other side of the room and slowly lifts her head, as if it might shatter it she lifts it too fast. Suddenly when she spots me she winces and grabbed a fistful of unruly red hair and slammed her head back down. From what I saw, she had bright green eyes but black eye makeup running down her face. Rough night.

"Morning", I tried to sound chirpy on account she might tell me where I was if I was nice enough but it came out scratchy and deep. She just huffed in reply and I tried waking Calum.

As I shook him, my hand came away covered in blood, I think. What the fuck happened to him? There was shattered glass surrounding his head and back and I immediately thought of skunkhead. He's the only one here dumb enough to try and hurt Calum or I, seeing as he's a jealous fag and we're hot and popular. He couldn't get laid if he was the last man on earth.

I stood up with great difficulty, my headache stabbing my brain repeatedly and tiptoed through everyone, trying to find a bathroom. It was still hard to see and I kicked someone in the side. I looked down to see who I had kicked but they were burying their head into the floor so I couldn't make out who they were - not that I would've known if I could see them.

I finally found a bright room which held a shower, bath, toilet and sink. On my way in I ran into the doorframe and cursed under my breath, re-attempting my entry. I made it in and looked around for a facewash but settled for a scrunched up piece of toilet paper, soaked under the sink.

I rushed out of there, it smelled because there was puke in the toilet, to be expected, I guess.

I dabbed the toilet paper on Calums wound, which took me a while to find through all his bloody hair and my damn eyes, and cleared away the glass. What am I doing? I'm not a damn nurse, hell, I'm not even a nice person if I'm being honest. But it's something to do, given the circumstances and Calum might actually know where we are.

I looked around once Calum was all cleared up and spotted the girl in the kitchen, the one with the hair and the piercing... Anyways she looked fine now, she was looking for food I think but had to push a few bodies off the counter in the process.

It was quite creepy, honestly, all these unmoving bodies everywhere.

"G'morning" she sounded overly excited, which looked a bit odd with her black stained face and firey hair, almost knotted into an Afro.

Returning her foul mood earlier, I groaned, and she stuck out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Brodie." She grinned at me as I took her hand.
"Luke" I mumbled.
"Hi luke! How are you this fine morning?" She continued, bouncing around the kitchen like a fucking pogo stick or something.
"Pretty shit. Why the change in attitude?" I questioned, remembering her huffing before.
"Nurofen and coke does it for me for a hangover, usually." She swung the coke bottle around and shook the packet of tablets.
I took them from her and basically downed it.

Ashton's POV

I woke to my alarm going off, which was knee socks by Arctic Monkeys, just to make sure I was awake. My mum had gone to work already and left a note reminding me that school started tomorrow and to pack my things today, which had nothing to do with anything, but she was just paranoid I was starting my last year in school tomorrow. Wow. I'm so excited. More bullying, hiding, beatings and crying. Fun.

I pulled the sleeves of my jumper down for no particular reason, just out of habit. My wounds fresh from last night, and my thighs still sting. My eyes are bloodshot red from crying so much and the picture frame of my father and I is smashed in the corner.

I stomped on the broken glass before heading to the bathroom to clean myself up. I can't wait to see Michael again, he's literally the only person that's there for me all the time, though he doesn't know about my scars or my father.

It's not that big of a deal, with my dad, it just hits me hard. When I was younger, he had a wife, who hated my guts. I was never allowed in the garage and if I did I couldn't look under this towel that was covering something on the bench. My dad's wife, who I would never call my stepmum had a brother, Dan. He was terrible, nicer than her, but still terrible. He had a son, James, and we were really close, and we hung out a lot though he was a couple of years older than me.

Anyways, I slept over one night and woke up to Dan touching me, inappropiately. Extremely inappropriately, and when he realised I woke up he backed away and said goodnight, like nothing happened. I was so confused, a boy touching another boy like that, and I was scared out of my wits and never went back. I only told my mum a year or two later, and I went to counselling to help me overcome it. I was only about 8 then, so it was all pretty traumatising. My mum would always help me though, she's always been there for me.

He's gone to jail but I honestly live in constant fear of him getting out and finding me. God knows what he would do and I'm terrified. When this was all happening, I got calls from my dad and his wife saying that they didn't believe me, and that I was just a stupid little boy. It was too real, it wasn't a dream, it was all too real. They're divorced and I haven't seen my dad since. 9 years ago. And I hate him for forgetting about me, that's right, not even a text.

Before all this happened, I decided to go take a look at what was under the towel, it was a glass bottle, filled with something green, I had no idea what it was at the time, it was just a glass bottle to me. but I remember it fresh in my memory; and it clicked, they were drug addicts. And I'm not surprised, they were always drunk and fighting, if I remember correctly, I also remember my dad had snuff, and asked me if I wanted to sniff some when I was very young.

I hate him.