Beyond Repair (Mashton/Cake Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

-Ashton's POV-

"YOU. WORTHLESS. FAGGOT!" My father yells between beatings. I lay there curled up in a ball taking every painful hit after painful hit.

"You want to know what I do to fat faggots like you?" I look up, he kicks me in the stomach and I let out I cry in pain.

He grabs me by the hair and throws me on the bed. He goes to the door, shutting and locking it. He looks at me and I see hatred filled in his eyes.

He un buckles his belt and my eyes widen as he pulls his pants down.

"W-what are yo-"

I suddenly feel his hand whip around and slap me with great force. "SHUT UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" He punches me in the stomach. I just want this nightmare to end. Please. I know he was right. I was worthless, I was fat, I was ugly and dumb and gay.. Just let the beatings end.

He takes my wrist and I wince in pain. He noticed and pulled my sleeves down with a wide smirk. "Cut deeper next time freak" he takes his belt and ties my hands together. I couldn't believe this bastard would go this far. He rips my pants and boxers off and in one quick movement flips me over.

He doesn't wait or give me a signal, he quickly slams his cock deep in me and I yell out. The pain was agonizing. I couldn't take this anymore I tried to get up, but he slammed my body down going harder and harder. He didn't bother using lube or a condom.

Finally, he released his load. He put his clothes on and left me there weeping. I was in so much pain.

I somehow managed to stand up and put my skinny jeans and all time low shirt back on.

That was it. I felt like a waste of space who shouldn't be alive, but mostly I couldn't live here anymore

I quickly and quietly grab my phone and keys, and open my window sliding out and jumping to the ground.

It was around 5:00 and the sun was somewhat setting slowly.

I get into the car and drive. I drive and I drive, and I knew they wouldn't do shit about it, I was worthless anyways. I pull over on the road.

I rest my head on my steering wheel. I scream and cry and hit the wheel several times. Why? Why me. Why was it me who had to be like this? Why was I gay? Why was I worthless? I sobbed for about another ten minutes before finally calming down enough to drive off to no where.

-Luke's POV-

"Calum... I want to tell Michael about us, I can't keep hiding this." I say kissing his neck.

"Yeah, I know how you feel, he's our best friend."

Just then Michael came walking down the stairs ready for the day. "Sup guys." He says smiling. His smile fades a bit when he sees us so close.

"What's going on here?" He says.

I talk a gulp."Michael sit down, we need to talk."

He reluctantly sits down confused as ever.

We sit there in momentary silence.

"Well? Spit it out damn it!" He says, his voice getting a bit louder.

"Michael, calm down" Calum says sternly.

"Ok ok, I'm sorry. Please tell me."

I look at Calum and he looks at me. I look back over at Michael.

"Well you see... Calum an I. W-we're gay, and we are together."

"We have been for a few weeks now." He says grabbing my hand. I give him a small smile, kissing his cheek.

If Michael was our friends he wouldn't judge us if we were gay.

He is silent. "M- mi-" I was cut off by him suddenly standing up.

He looks at me and Calum with a hurt expression, and turns around going to the door.

Michael's POV

"Where are you going Mikey?" Luke asked as I rushed out the front door. "just a little walk, i need to clear my head for a bit" "Wait..." was all i heard before slamming the door shut behind me. I can't believe this is happening. my two best friends just told me that they were dating. how could i have not figured out that they were gay? i had so many thoughts running through my head i just needed to get some fresh air.

I was at my breaking point. Not only had I just found out that my two best friends that I have known for five years were now dating but I also have started to question my own sexuality. I had been feeling and thinking differently about my other guy friends. I was thinking that they were "cute" and...

My thoughts were instantly stopped as I heard the sound of car tires screeching against the pavement.

Oh shit.....

The car came to a screeching stop only a foot away from me. "WHAT THE HELL MAN?!" I shouted at the driver. "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!" I was pissed if you couldn't tell. I know that in the back of my mind it was partly my fault for not watching where I was going but I wouldn't admit it.

I walked up to the driver's door as a young man who looked rather fragile stepped out of the car. If i wasn't so pissed at him for almost killing me I would have thought he was quite attractive. "s-sorry mate..." he squeaked out. "I-I always do things like this but what else would you expect from a fat, stupid ass piece of trash..." I opened my mouth to say something but then noticed his beautiful face was littered with dried up tears and ugly bruises. "No it was my fault I wasn't watching where I was walking. Also don't hate on yourself so much, you are not fat nor a piece of trash you are really hot." I quickly covered my hand over my mouth. Did I just really say that?! The boy blushed and started to figet. "Hey you seem like you could use a rest how about you come over to my house for a bit?" The boy began to refuse but I just grabbed his hand and pulled him along all the way to my house leaving his car in the middle of the street. We can always go get it later.