The Boy In The Basement (Lashton AU)

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Ashton's POV-

All good things come to an end.

Luke had quickly pushed me back inside the basement when the keys jiggled at the door.

For once, I felt okay. I had felt as if I was safe.

He apologized and closed the door, only to hear another open.

My eyes shifted in the darkness and I sighed.

Fantasies don't last forever.

I shuffled down the creaking steps, crawling onto the matress.

My knees came in contact with my chest. Carefully, I hugged them.

I missed Luke already and it hurt so much...

I brought my sweater paws up to my face inhaling the smell of cologne. It smelt of peace and safety, it smelt like Luke.

I didn't want Frank to hit me today. I want to make this the best day ever so I stayed quiet.

I curled into myself and shut my eyes.

I tried to sleep, but the mice kept making noises, so I ended up just listening to them.

It felt rather rude to eavesdrop so I pretended to sleep.

I dreamed about a day where I could go outside and eat crisps and stare at Luke without having to feature to the basement

Luke's POV-

I felt guilty underestimating this basement boy thing.

How could I send him back?

Sadly, I had to I was too sacred to stand up to March not knowing what they would do to us.

His face was the hardest to take in. His eyes looked so hurt and worried, yet his gratitude was still there.

.If I didn't stay in the foster home for another few months, till I turn 18, I would be sent to the "Save the Boys Foundation", and let me tell you, it was anything but saving.

It was a mad house there. Almost every kid came out destroyed and beaten to pulp.

Not to mention if I stood up to Frank and March there was always the possibility of me getting hurt. There were always tales about foster kids getting killed by their foster parents.

I didn't want that for me or for Ashton.

I turned around to see March at the door, making my face flutter into a smile.

"Hey darling..." She looked at the microwave time and back to me.

"You didn't go to school today?", asked March her crisp, dark hair fell on her forehead which was scrunched in concern.

I shook my head, coughing slightly and pointing to my throat.

She smiled fondly patting my cheek and heading to the kitchen.

My eyes widen in surprise because she bought it. Needless to say, I thought she was going to see pass my lies.

Slowly, I sprinted to my room. Closing the door and triple checking for any signs of March coming in to check on me.

I was so scared that they would find out that I know about Ashton that they would take him away.

As I peeked through the hole, I heard sniffling from the far end of the darkness.

"Ash...", I whispered there was a small silence after I had called.

"Lukey?", a small, vulnerable raspy voice answered.

The emotions in his voice gave me physical pain because even I, after going from foster home to foster home, never was that frightened.

It scared me to know what he went through and the many things I wouldn't know.

Ashton shuffled and his hazel eye came into view of my blue one.

I sighed, "Why were you crying, Ashy?"

I knew exactly why.

This only made me feel even worse about it,but I knew that for the time being it was for the best.

"I thought you were going to leave here forever now"

My chest clenched tight and I sucked in a breath.

He sounded so small and defenseless. I just wanted to wrap my arms around him not letting him go.

"I will never leave you.."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

I reached my pinky down into the hole wrapping it around his and squeezing it tightly.

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