infatuation // lashton

08

Who do you think you are?

Running around, leaving scars.

~Jar of hearts, Christina Perri

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"Calum?"

Ashton had just gotten off work, and he decided that he really needed to talk to his boyfriend. He kicked off his shoes and and called out again.

"Cal?"

"Upstairs," came a muffled voice.

Ashton took a deep breath and reluctantly climbed the steps. Of course he was nervous, Calum had a history of violence, and okay, maybe he hit Ashton once or twice, but he had apologized in the morning. I mean of course it didn't make everything okay in Ashton's eyes, but he'd been with Calum for so long. How would he react to this if those fights were over pedi issues?

He saw a sliver of light coming from the crack under his bedroom door and hesitantly made his way over to it. Before he could even make a move to open the door, it swung open before him and he was hastily yanked inside.

Ashton was pushed against the wall so quickly that he could barely register what was happening. He felt a pair of lips roughly sucking on his neck, he was instinctively gasping in no time.

'This is borderline painful,' he thought.

"I've had a tough day, love," Calum's voice was low and gravely against his ear, full of sheer lust and not an ounce of passion, "on the bed, princess. Hands and knees."

Ashton's eyes widened, because he was definitely not planning on doing this tonight. He pushed Calum back lightly.

"Cal, we need to talk." His voice shook more than he'd hoped.

Calum's expression changed to one of annoyance. He seemed to puff out his already larger frame, he practically loomed over Ashton.

"Later, Ash. Get on the bed."

Ashton swallowed slowly and shook his head, "No."

Calum gaped at the smaller boy and took a step forwards, almost pressing Ashton against the wall again, "Excuse me?"

"I said we need to talk, Calum. It's important."

He crossed his arms and shook his head in irritation.

"Whatever the fuck it is, spit it out now."

Ashton took another deep breath and tried to steady his shaking hands.

"I think we should break up."

It was painfully silent for a minute as the two looked in to each other's eyes. Ashton looked at Calum anxiously, while Calum looked at Ashton with pure hostility in his now intimidating brown eyes.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Calum uncrossed his arms and let them fall to his sides, clenching his fists, "You- you ungrateful little shit-"

Ashton cowered in fear when Calum grabbed a lamp off his bedside table and threw it at the wall.

"Calum! Stop, you're scaring me!"

"I gave you the fucking world!" He was screaming now. He picked up a picture of Ashton and his father and threw it to the floor, stomping on it until the frame was in hundreds of shattered pieces. It was now Ashton's turn to scream.

"Oh my god, stop! Stop, please Calum!"

He didn't.

After several agonizing minutes, it seemed that Calum had found everything meaningful to Ashton and smashed it to pieces. Ashton was sobbing, desperately screaming for him to just leave already.

"You've made your fucking point Calum, leave!"

The taller boy suddenly whipped around and a loud cracking sound resonated throughout the small room. Ashton cried out in pain and his hands flew up to his stinging cheek.

Calum had hit him. Again.

Calum didn't say a word as he hastily made his way out of the bedroom, his steel-toed boots stomping down the stairs.

Despite the tears streaming down Ashton's cheeks, he quickly followed him. He found Calum in the kitchen, riffling through one of the drawers. Ashton couldn't make out what he'd pulled out of it through the tears blurring his vision.

Calum pocketed the item and practically kicked down the back door.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Ashton sobbed.

The taller boy said nothing as he trudged to the shed in the back corner of the small backyard. Ashton stepped out in to the cool night air, watching the boy from the back steps. Ashton could identify what Calum pulled out of the shed.

Gasoline.

"What the fuck..."

Calum uncapped the large red jug and climbed the ladder to Ashton's treehouse.

Ashton's watery eyes bulged in realization.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

He bolted over to the large tree and yanked on Calum's leg, though it did little to prevent him from splashing the gas all over the treehouse.

"Stop! Please, stop!"

"Let go you fucking worthless piece of shit!"

Calum shook his leg vigorously, resulting in Ashton losing his grip and falling to the ground. He cried out in pain, but nothing was more painful than the emotional damage Calum had done and was about to do. Calum snatched the mystery item from his pocket. Though, Ashton could now only assume that it was a lighter.

He pleaded for him to stop, but his voice had gone hoarse from screaming.

"Please..."

And only moments later, his beloved treehouse was up in flames.

Calum hopped down from the ladder and grabbed Ashton by the shirt collar.

"I hope you fucking die."

Ashton's cries became frantic as the flames licked out from the windows and open panel in the roof.

He didn't even register the firemen crashing in to his backyard.

He couldn't respond to any of their questions as he watched his now dilapidated treehouse getting extinguished.

Calum's words whirled around in his head. He didn't know how it was possible to die at this point,

he felt like he was already dead.

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A/N:

well shit.