My Sweet Escape // Lashton

Chapter Seventeen

A/N: there's only four more chapters after this and then a sequel will be coming before October!!

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Luke's POV:

I told Ashton everything.

~FLASHBACK~

I walked back to my old house the day Mrs. Irwin signed the papers, legally taking me in as a foster child.

I walked inside slowly.

"Good you're home. Get started on these dishes." I heard my father say. "Then the lawn needs mowing, the dog needs brushing, and clean you room."

"No." I clenched my jaw. He couldn't order me around anymore. I was LEGALLY with Ashton's family.

"What did you say?" father challenged, stepping towards me.

"I said no. You can't order me around to do what you're too lazy to anymore."

"Oh that's right. You're not my son."

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground and he kept kicking my sides.

I blacked out.

I woke up in the same spot, alone.

I got up, took some painkillers, and trudged to my room. I packed up all my things into three suitcases. I left the new guitar my aunt gave me for Christmas, taking instead the one I had for years.

I heard a knock, and my little brother came in. He handed me his favourite little gibbon and walked out without a word.

I locked my door and pulled out my razor blade.

"Hello, old friend." I whispered after I had sliced up my arm. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I ran water over my arms and sliced even more. I criss crossed the blade across my arms, blacking out briefly at least three times. I kept the water running over my arms as I sliced up my arm even more. I blacked out again. When I woke up, my arms were bandaged and I was in my room, my little brother watching over me.

"I found you. I bandaged you." he said quietly.

"Thanks." I croaked and fell back asleep. The next morning I called Ashton's mom to bring me back to her place and begged her not to tell him what I had done.

I needed to tell him.

~End Flashback~

Ashton looked at me, flabbergasted at my story.

"So..yeah. If he hadn't found me I would've been dead." I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Or at least I hope I would've been dead.

He pulled me into his lap and held me. I buried my face in his chest and did my hardest not to cry. I was so mad at myself for what I had done. I was mad at myself for getting worked up over the smallest things.

"I'm sorry."

I cried. Hard. And for quite a while.

Ashton held me and stroked my hair and kissed my forehead until I was calmed enough to go to the bathroom and barf my guts out.

I brushed my teeth and went back to his room.

"You gonna be okay while I go get you something to eat?" Ashton asked as I laid down on his bed. I nodded. I felt him get up and kiss my head before whispering a simple, "Love you." and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Maybe I'll be okay by next year.

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A/N: also, if you could go check out Asylum by my friend those4aussiess that would be fab! It's a rad story so go give it a read.