Mommy?

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"Luke, I told you to quit turning it back up! Of course I don't mind if you play the guitar but if you play it that loudly we're gonna get kicked out of the damn apartments!"

"No! Want loud!" Luke argues, turning it up more so he can't hear his mommy and aggressively strumming, making horrible loud sounds. He looks up at her when the sound stop to see she's holding the cord to his amp, unplugged from the wall, and lets out a screech.

"That's enough, no more! I'm taking this away until you can learn to behave." Delilah unhooks the cord from the amp as well and stomps to her room, ignoring Luke's shrieks and tells as she locks it in a safe.

"You can't take it! It's Mine! Meanie! I hate you!" She gasps as she hears shattering and runs back into the room, but Luke's not in his room anymore. She hurried to the kitchen as she hears his yells and cries, worried how bad he's hurt, and gasps when she sees shards of glass all over the floor, and Luke's bloody fist. The frame a mirror usually hangs in on the wall is empty. His cut hand doesn't look as bad as she's think it'd be and Luke is standing looking at it and crying and yelling.

"Luke! What the fuck did you do?!" She comes closer and grabs his wrist to examine the damage and pull him to the sink so she can rinse it with cold water so she'll be able to make sure there's no glass left over inside but Luke yanks his hand away.

Delilah feels a horrible pain in the side of her face suddenly and gasps, grabbing her jaw where Luke has just punched her with a bloody hand. She looks up at him.

Luke's face drops, his tears stop and so does his yelling, his brain running a million miles a minute as he realizes what he's done and quickly slips out of headspace.

"No. No no no no no." He whispers, then he's sobbing again. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to I'm sorry!"

Delilah stares at him as she processes what's just happened, unsure of what to think or how to act. She wants to reach out and slap him but he's still her baby boy and she knows it wouldn't be the right way to act in response. She just stares at him as he sobs and apologizes and doesn't finally snap out of it until he steps towards her and seems to be trying to pull her into a hug when she steps back and grabs her phone off the counter with the hand not holding her aching jaw and quickly floods the house, going out the back door and finding the contact she wants.

"Hello?" He clearly sounds very confused, she's not surprised. As far as he knows both her and Luke are pissed at him.

"Ashton." She sighs, voice cracking with the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. "Um- could you- I need you to come get luke."

"I don't think that's a good idea. I'm pretty sure he's still upset-"

"I don't care, Ashton, come get him. He can't- I can't- just, please."

"Is something wrong?"

"I - don't wanna talk. Please be here as soon as possible. I'm leaving, he's inside, the doors unlocked."

"You're leaving him? How long do you want me to take him? Is he little? Are-" Delilah hangs up and goes to her car, taking her keys from her coat pocket and starting it. She's pretty sure she can still hear Luke sobbing and yelling inside and it's making her more upset. She starts driving.

Ashton is confused, but he doesn't know what's happening so he does as he was asked and leaves for delilahs house immediately.

He can hear Luke crying as soon as he opens his car door and he hurried inside, shocked at the sight.

Luke is sitting amongst shards of reflective glass with his bloody hands over his face having a full blown panic attack and sobbing words Ashton can't understand.  The tan curly haired man quickly goes to the blonde and the second he tries to touch him Luke looks, seeming to be heartbroken when he realizes it's not Delilah.

"What happened to you? Here, Cmere, lets get you cleaned up." He mutters, lifting fm Luke and taking him to the sink, putting cold water on to rinse away to blood and grabbing a cloth he sees, wrapping Luke's hand up.

"I don't know why, but you're gonna come stay with me for a bit." Luke sobs harder at this.

"D-Delilah!" He begs.

"She left. She called me and told me to get you. Cmon, bubba, it'll be okay, let's get you some stuff." He coos, picking Luke up against his will and taking him to his room, packing a duffel bag he finds and then trying to take Luke to the car.

"No! I'm sorry, please no! Mommy, want mommy! Don't wanna go! I'm sorry!" He sobs and screams and begs and Ashton sighs, picking him up.

"I think this is for the best bud. Whatever's going on right now, you two need space." He assures, but he knows Luke doesn't care. He he aces him up and into the car and buckled his fighting body in, taking him to his own house.

Luke cries and begs to go home the whole way to ashtons, and once they're inside he doesn't stop. He cries and sobs and yells and begs until finally he cries himself to sleep.

Delilah drives home faster an hour of driving around town and goes to sleep immediately, crying herself to sleep as well.