The Boy In The Basement (Lashton AU)

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Luke's POV:

Last night, I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning, I don't have a clue when the noises stopped. I bagan dissing off and soon enough sleep overtook me. I'm not quite sure when Frank went to bed.

I got up early today for no reason and walked to the kitchen where Frank sat, eating a biscuit with coffee and the usual newspaper in his right hand. He smiled at me, taking a sip of his hot, steamy coffee "Hey Frank, today I just wanted to say I might stay late for footy practice. If that's alright with you guys?" I asked. He smiled, his teeth tinted with a bit of yellow from smoking, and replied, "Sure, that's fine son. I'm proud of you"

He always said that and I took his words to heart, because to me he was my father. At least temporarily, but he was. Being a foster kid permanent things never happened so when we had a taste of normality we took it.

He looked tired and his usual bags seemed to go ever further down than usual. His beer belly made him sit at a weird angle and his wife beater was pressed tightly to his skin. He looked a lot younger than March,but he wasn't. His bald head had the same creases March's face has except his were slightly deeper. He wore glasses and his eyes were a dark sullen blue.

I wanted to ask him what time he went to bed because I cared about his well being. Before the word could leave my mouth he sighed and murmured something about the basement and left the table. 

March offered me breakfast,but I told her I was running a bit late so I grabbed a piece of toast and headed to my room.

Quickly, I went to my room and changed into some jeans and a black t-shirt. As I headed out the door, I made sure to grab my footy bag and sure enough heard a loud animal like screech.

I took a moment and hesitated, but I realized the bus would be here soon so I brushed it off and ran to the stop.

Ashtons POV:

Darkness filled the room that I knew contained many hidden secrets.

I crawled my way through the darkness, looking for any reliable source of light, heat, or comfort. I have been surrounded by these same sunken walls, yet I was still not familiar with it. More things were brought and moved around that sometimes I lost track of their whereabouts.

As I crawled around looking for some water I accidentally rammed into an old trophy, knocking it over. It hit a rusty pan, making a loud ding noise.

I cringed and folded into myself. I knew what would come next when I made a sound. It was an unspoken rule that I must pretend I didn't exist and life would be easier for all of us. However when that rule was broken consequences followed, they usually brought a lot of pain.

The footsteps kept coming from upstairs. Then the pair that I most feared kept thumping down.

With a shiny, wooden bat in his hand, he grumbled, "You damn rat!"

The shiny piece of wood was rammed onto my back and my sides. I tried to hold in my screams. I learned that the hits get stronger with the more you scream.

Suddenly he rammed the bat to the back of my head,my lips let a screech slip out.

I could not hold it in, the throbbing of my head made it impossible for me to think before I opened my mouth. I knew it would only make him angrier.

The swings kept coming. My body was too tired to crawl, too tired to scream, and too tired to stay awake.

I slipped into darkness after a few short minutes.

When I woke up, I woke up to the usual dark, wet, cold room.

In the corner of the room, I noticed that Frank had left me a bit of food in a dog tray.

Instantly, I crawled towards the food, knowing that even if it was small and it still left me hungry, it was something.

I gulped down the fresh water with the food and let a small satisfactory grunt out. He always fed me, I guess it would be harder to get rid of a dead body than sustain one. He would put a plate down or make March bring me something that kept me just on the brink of conscience.

I huddled in a corner, trying to keep my body warmth with me. I wrapped my arms around myself in hopes of comforting myself.

I have been here since I could remember, I'm not sure why or how. March and Frank are related to me from what I can remember. Not sure how, but they sometimes drop clues in the midst of insulting me.

I let a sigh and look around the dark room, I should be ok for the rest of the afternoon. Frank was at work and soon enough I let my guard down.

I layes my head on the bare mattress and tucked my legs into my oversized sweater. Slowly but surely, I fell asleep.

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