Lover of mine // Cashton AU

Away from reality

Hey there (:

I edited the story a bit (it's third perspective now, just felt better) and...considering what's to come I need to add sm disclaimers:

!!!Mentions of abuse, violence & drugs!!!

The story should turn out rather soft and fluffy....but we'll see where this takes me (^_^;)

Anyways, enjoy (:
xx

•Get out your guns, battles begun
Are you a saint, or a sinner?
If loves a fight, than I shall die
With my heart on a trigger•
-Angle with a shotgun

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Ashtons heart smashed against his chest hurtfully. „Keep running" a voice inside his head screamed, but the boy knew he'd have to stop eventually. To scared that a certain someone might be following him, he didn't risk a look back since he had started racing down the street. As it was currently night, no car would stop him from doing so, neither would his step-dad.

Ashtons biological dad had left him, his mum and his two siblings at the age of 12 to buy milk. Only a few months later his step-dad joined the fam, much to Ashtons dislike. Since his arrival not one day passed without the man blaming Ashton for the depressed and alcoholic state of his mum. Reminded him on a daily basis that the world would be a much better place without his existence, marking his words on the the poor boys body as he shouted them.

The bruises and scars covering Ashtons skin, some faded, some new ones, eternalise his message, make it...true somehow.

If a person keeps telling you over and over again that you are a miserable human being - and if there is absolutely no one in your life telling you otherwise - you'll eventually start to believe it...and Ashton reached a point in his life where he had eternalized the fact that he was a burden.

Ashton stopped for a moment and leaned forward to rest his hands on his wobbly knees. The boy still didn't dare to look back. Again, a wave of panic slashed through him, tightening his already dry throat to its maximum. Funny enough, the adrenaline pumping through his veins enabled him to keep running, despite the lack of essential oxygen his system.

The adrenaline also made Ashtons whole body turn numb, much to his fortune, as it decreased the pain he was supposed to be feeling. The boy had always been to weak to stop his step-dad from abusing him -and physically still is- but today, something in his brain snapped. Seeing the hatred in the monsters eyes when he came home from his secret drum-practice today, watching him rip away Ashtons bag-back, just to fish out two drumsticks, and observing the all to familiar movement of him balling his hands into relentless firsts, made the boy turn on his heels and run away - for the first time.

Ashtons biological dad used to passionately play the drums - the boy figured that's why his step-dad told him to quit playing the instrument as soon as he stepped into the boys life. He kept saying that the noise would remind Anne, Ash's mom, of her husband. Ashton knew the man would never realize that the noise swelling out of his mouth was a much heavier burden, and Ash would definitely not be the person telling him.

Anyhow, little time passed and he broke Ashtons beloved drum kit, the only thing his dad left behind as he moved out. Nonetheless, the boy held on to his passion like it was his dearest treasure - which it, in fact, it is- and started sneaking out almost every night to drum the toxic feelings out of his system. He did it in the small music studio near his school which he gladly possessed a key to.

Ashton got along well with his music teacher Mr. Bianchi, the only person actually praising the boys talent and persuading him to keep developing his skills, hence the key for practise. But today his stepdad somehow lifted the secret he'd kept for years. As far as he knew, his music teacher was the only person knowing about his practice...but the boy honestly couldn't imagine Mr. Bianchi betraying him like that, and yet he felt a small sting to his heart as he realized he'd probably never be able to play the drums again. Ashton actually never told his music teacher about the urgent need to keep the practice secret...thus it was to be expected that he would eventually want to talk with his parents about his progression.

What Mr. Bianchi could not have know, the boy had a very clear idea of...that he would be gifted with punishment as soon as he'd go back home. But the boy would rather run till he fainted instead of going back to hell.

After two more minutes of running like a mad-man, the boy felt his knees buckle away, causing him to crash onto the asphalt face first, as his stupid, numb arms somehow forgot their task of catching his fall. A stinging pain shot trough Ashtons head, so forceful that he blacked out in the middle of the street, leaving this shitty world behind.

Next thing the boy could hear was the loud sound of sirens, causing the dull pain in his head to reappear and increase. Ashton felt the urge to get up, to continue running and tried to, but the only thing he somewhat managed to do was squint his heavy eyelids a crack open. Bright light intruded his eyes and he perceive the blurry image of guy with dark hair crouched next to him. He felt the boys fingers pressing onto his wrist tightly. His indistinct features were then joined by three others, that lifted the blond-haired boy up. That's when Ashtons eyes shot close, and he once again drifted away into comforting, numb darkness.

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You guys thanks for reading, stay safe! xx