Brothers Best Friend » Lashton

Chapter One

A s h t o n

Present time

I smiled widely as my brother dropped me off in front of Michael's house. I was more than happy to get to see my boyfriend. Today marked three years since he had asked me to be his. I graciously said yes.

Michael quickly became my everything. He took over my thoughts at every given moment. I even thought we would get married one day. I was so happy to be with someone I cherished.

I started my way to his front door and just walked in as I always did. A smile was at my lips as I walked into Michael's living room. As soon as I saw Michael, my smile dropped. I had caught him about to have sex with another boy. A boy that I had become close with. I stared at the two in betrayal as I felt warm liquid fill my vision.

"Ash, this-this isn't how it looks- we were studying!" Calum began to speak but my eyes were stuck on Michael, who looked angry at himself.

I shook my head and looked at Calum,  before snapping at him. "Shut up!" My voice boomed as I looked back at Michael. "H-how could you?" I held my tears in as best as I could. I wouldn't let him see me cry. He didn't say a word and just shrugged. No explanation, just a meer shrug.

I chuckled a bit before making my way out of the place I had once thought of as my safe place, and made my way down the sidewalk, towards my home.

I was stopped by Calum, and all my feelings fell out. I began screaming and cursing, my whole world coming down to a crash. I listened to what he had to say and just stared at the ground. I was hurt, but I told him I had forgiven him, if he could choose me or Michael. He chose me immediately and insisted on walking me home.

The whole way was filled by awkward silence and I couldn't help but hate being in his presence. I went from loving the boy like a brother, to hating his whole idea as a person very quickly. I began hating him more and more as time passed, as seconds passed.

I texted Kai, letting him know I was on my way home and what had happened. To say he was furious was an understatement.

We finally reached my home and I invited him in, wanting to do nothing more than to bash his skull in. Only, when he entered, he was greeted by an angry Luke. "No. He can't come in here. Calum, if you ever go near Ashton, I will personally make you regret it. You are to stay away from this angel. How you could betray a friend so much, I have no idea. I never want to see you around my Ashton, is that clear?"

I will never forget how scared Calum was or how fast my heart was beating. He said 'my Ashton.' I couldn't help but let a small smile find its way to my lips temporarily, then reality sunk in again and I felt all the sadness.

Calum quickly said goodbye before rushing off towards his own house and I stared at my feet. "I forgave him, you know." I informed Luke before he laughed and looked back at me.

"That is not something you forgive." He told me and quickly looked away. I always knew Luke was there for me but I never thought he would be this much.

He informed me that he had somewhere to go so I was left alone with the pain in my heart. I knew I shouldn't do it, but I craved the feeling more than ever.

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I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, debating on what I should do. I felt the tears creep up and soon I was full on sobbing. I had a gut wrenching feeling in my chest, something that nothing could fix.

I rampaged through the cabinets. I was now desperate for the small, sharp metal that had once made my problems disappear. I was desperate to feel the pain again. I was desperate for the release.

I kept searching until I found a small broken blade that I had hidden a few months ago, when I almost relapsed, but I didn't, because Michael stopped me. Now I regret even knowing him.

I stared at my scarred up wrist and sucked in a breath, tears making their way down my face in a pathetic attempt to release my held in emotions.

I placed the blade on my arm and slid it to the side, making a row of red dots appearing on the surface. I hissed a little from the unknown pain. I sigh softly, staring at the line of blood before deciding to make more marks.

I repeated my actions until both arms were filled with horizontal marks that would turn into scars. I grabbed gauze and covered the marks, placing the tape around them to hold the bandages down.

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I went back into my room, staring at all the pictures on the walls. I angrily ripped them all off, throwing them onto the floor. I sobbed and yelled while ripping every single picture off the wall. I eventually lost it and broke down, falling onto my bed,  sobbing and screaming in pain. The pain in my chest was beyond comparable. I had never felt something so hurtful.

I fell asleep while crying.

I abruptly woke up and looked around my room, noticing the pictures were in fact ripped off. Which made reality sink in. I looked at the clock and saw it was two a.m. and decided to gather the photos and burn them.

To forget every memory of the boy who broke my heart. So,  that's exactly what I did. I went out back and started up the fire that stayed in our back yard. I stared at the flames before throwing the pictures in, not regretting it at all.

I held the blanket around my arms as my sniffles were the only sound heard, besides the crackling of the fire. I had thrown all our memories in the small pit our family used for cook outs and bonfires.

I felt involuntary globs of water falling down my red cheeks. I tried wiping them before my eyes got puffy, but it was no use. I rubbed at my eyes as I tried to stop the small sobs that desperately tried to make their appearance.

I heard the back door open and close but that didn't stop me from not wanting to let my emotions run wild. I figured that if I didn't cry or let myself be upset, then I could get over it.

I felt hands pull me in a strong hug and I already recognized the sent as Luke's. I just let him keep me in his hold as all my emotions poured out in a pathetic attempt to feel better.  I desperately wanted to just call Michael and tell him that I forgive him and that he could come back, but I knew it wasn't a mistake as he hadn't called or tried to explain. I tried to think of it as him giving me time, but I knew better.

I just let the boy hold his arms around me so I could feel better. At least pretend to feel better. I was so fragile and I knew it. I felt like no one could mend this pain. It was almost unbearable.

I felt his hands brush over my bandages and he gasped quietly. I felt his fingers grab my arms gently, gazing at the bandages before cupping my cheeks, his blue eyes staring into mine. "You are way too precious for this world Ashton." He whispered and gently pressed a small kiss to my chapped lips.

I stood there confused as he bid me goodnight and went back inside. I didn't know what had just happened but I did know that I felt slightly better.

Hey! I just wanted to clear a little confusion. Ashton texted Kai's phone but it was at their house and Luke saw the message. Kai wasn't at home and forgotten his phone and Luke saw. So that's why Luke was waiting and not Kai.