5sos Blurb Book #2

mashton

ashton slamming his fist against his chamber door screaming to the guards outside of it.
'LET ME OUT!! PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE!!'
he was exhausted and his forehead fell against the door, tears streaming silently down his cheeks.
'please..' he whispered.
'my question is..why would the prince like a slave anyway?' one of the guards sneered through the door. he clenched his eyes closed when he heard them chuckle.
'y-you don't know him.'
'don't need to your highness.'
they continued to laugh and ashton had had enough.
'LET ME OUT NOW!! PLEASE!! W-WHAT'RE YOU GOING TO DO TO HIM!!' he yelled.
'just a quick hanging your highness..it'll be over soon'
and that's when he started to sob into his hands, his back now pressed against the wood.
'ash..ash c'mon.'
he looked up and saw luke, his best friend.
'l-luke what-'
'ash, now. we're getting michael.'
so ashton jumped out his window and on the ledge, noticing luke had broken the lock of his window. so he sprinted to the basement entrance after climbing down, ripping it open and panting when he heard screams.
'haven't you learned boy? that you, of all people, don't belong with my son. a prince, someone who would never give a second glance to you, a slave.' he heard his father growl before he heard the sound of a whip and a loud scream.
'p-please y-your majesty..i-i lo-ve him. he-he doesn't c-care if i-AH!'
ashton ran in, not bothering to say anything but instead ran in front of his love, just as the whip cracked, ashton hissing when it hit his clothes, feeling it all the way through to his skin.
'a-ash.' michael whispered. ashton looked down on him, seeing that he was sobbing, his beautiful lips cracked and bleeding, his eye black, his lilac hair matted and his shirtless body covered in burns and welts and scars. his two wrists were behind him, around a metal pole, his back pressed against it.
'guards!!' his father yelled but ashton growled, turning around. he punched out two of the guards, knocking them out instantly, his father watching. his eyes met his son's, ashton's head tilted and his face tinted red in anger, his lips pursed and his fists strong at his sides.
'you should've stayed in your chambers.'
ashton never thought that he would knock out his father.
'a-ash' michael looked up at him.
'i'm here kitten..you're gonna be okay..'
'a-am i dreaming this?' he whispered.
'no baby, i'm here..i'm right here..' he broke into a small smile at his disbelief, still trying to break the cuffs.
'ash.'
'you're gonna be fine kitten..'
'ashton.' he sobbed, pushing himself into his chest as far as he could, his hands finally coming free to clutch his t shirt in fists.