The Boy In The Basement (Lashton AU)

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Luke's POV-

I heard screaming the next night...

I knew it was Ashton screaming.

There was an eerie silence that I couldn't help but be afraid of.

The silence was worse than the screaming because with the screaming, I knew that at least Ashton was alive.

With silence, there was no telling.

I couldn't sleep with the thought of Ashton's lifeless body below my room.

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Next morning, I walked to school which was really uneasy.

I didn't focus in any of my classes. I was just thinking of Ashton as I got scolded by my teachers.

Going home, I decided I was going to skip footy practice by claiming that my stomach was gonna burst.

Coach told me it was strike one out of three and that if I went for three strikes, I was out. It confused me in a way because he explained baseball then how he taught us football.

I ran home as fast as my long limbs could carry me, taking out the luster-y looking key and placed it in the knob.

Sprinting and almost face planting, I got the bronze key to the basement.

"Ash..?", I whispered as I slowly walked into the dark room.

My shoes made splash noise from the water on the ground.

Slowly, I walked towards the far right corner startling some sort of animal.

Right after a few little squeaks and shrieks from the floor, little splashes were running past me.

Rats..I already hated this place. Not because of its conditions, but the nostalgia it held.

Not only that as well, as Ashton's pain was held in this sunken four wall concrete room.

I took my flip phone out, using the small light to eluminate some of the dark room.

There in the darkness, was a figure.

Ashton's body sat there, head buried in his knees which were he wrapped his arms around himself.

He didn't look up and simply cowered further into the darkness, hoping to disappear.

His shoulder blades were visibles they were bony and trembling. His whole body shook violently the close I got to him.

"Hey darling, look at me its Lukey. I won't hurt you love. ", I whisper, soothingly.

He rocked back and forth ignoring my attempt to get him to look up.

I reached to touch his arm taking in the cold moving limb and held it softly.

He slowly lifted his head, curls falling down into his gaze.

Gently, I removed the curls to reveal a purple bruise on the fragile boy's face.

He had a few small cuts on his cheeks and lip, contrasting with the faint yellow on his hollow cheeks.

"Darling..."

His gaze lowered, giving me the sign that he was scared.

It hurt to see him vulnerable. I really didn't know Ashton as much as I thought I did.

Maybe that the last book he's read was The Outsiders or the last album he owned was a Nirvana album.

Yet, still a part of me cared for the fragile, vulnerable, scared, hazel eyed boy.

I picked him up him, careful not to add pressure to the boy's bruises.

His bruises seemed to darken as I walked towards the light.

The colors being emphasized on his pale face.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, gripping my torso harder.

I took him to my room, setting him gently on my bed.

After assuring him that I wasn't leaving just going to obtain my First Aid Kit, I grabbed some alcohol and gently dabbed it onto his lip.

He winced lightly with every dab, making me frown apologetically.

"Ash, is it alright if we take the sweater off to see if there's any severe bruising in any organs? If not, its alright darling..", Ashton looked up, unsure.

He refused till my warm fingers graced the skin on his tummy.

It got worse as I revealed more of Ashton's body. More bruises seemed to come up.

Purple, black, and yellow blotches littered his torso and arms.

His body was so malnourished his stomach was somewhat concave in and his arms has little to no fat in them.

A sudden range of anger bubbled in me, at the thought of Frank causing Ashton all this pain came into my head.

"Oh Ash.", I whispered, examining his back to reveal a large, purple bruise running down his spine.

I added some ointment, gently rubbing two of my fingers in circles of every bruise.

Ashton didn't speak the whole time, only simple whimpers and squeaks left the boy's pink, plum lips.

"C'mere lay down, love. We have some hours to kill before they're back.", he nodded, laying on his side curling in on himself.

He patted the spot beside him, gesturing for me to lay with him. I didn't object.

There, we motionlessly laid together, enjoying each other's presense.

Ashton's eyes fluttered to a close and small snores left his lips.

I layed there for most of the night. Just watching him breathe slowly in and out, like it was some sort of movie.

He was beautiful, with or without the bruises, he was simply gorgeous.

It was hard to think of a boy as gorgeous, but he was simply and imperfectly gorgeous.

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