i've got a new story and it would be awesome if you'd check it out. it's called champion and it's a cashton one. you guys seemed to enjoy cashton in fuck monogamy so i wanted to continue that. plus, cashton is adventurous and fun and so will the story be.
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With a sharp and painful breath, Ashton woke up like if a powerful shock went through him. His breathing was heavy and rigid, his eyes wide, and his whole body drenched in sweat. He was cold though, absolutely freezing, which was why his teeth were chattering.
His hands were shaking, his heart was beating out of rhythm, and his head was pounding so painfully hard that Ashton was ready for it to explode.
He had to squeeze his eyes shut when sweat came in contact with them, making him hiss and lift his shaking hands to wipe away the burning liquid.
He knew just what was wrong with him, he'd been through this countless of times before, but he had no idea how it happened. Because in the short amount of time he had had his eyes wide open after waking up, Ashton noticed he was still in his room and in his bed, just like when he went there a few hours ago.
So who the fuck would someone have drugged him to sleep if they weren't intending to do anything to him?
Ashton had been through this before, he knew how to take care of himself and make the remaining dose of drugs get out of his system. So with shaking legs he stumbled through his bedroom and into his bathroom, reaching the shower and turning it on. He hissed at the ice cold water that met his skin but stayed put, letting it turn him into a living cube of ice.
He ripped his clothes off of his body and remained standing under the shower head as he slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times to get his sight back.
His breathing was still shaky, his heart still beating dangerously fast, but he didn't let that affect him as he slowly made his way out of the shower to throw up in the toilet. He coughed a few times, disgusted by the sour taste in his mouth and to make sure his stomach was entirely empty, before standing up to look at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were red, bloodshot to the point where he could barely see any white, and his pupils were so big that Ashton's normally hazel-green eyes were pitch black.
The veins pulsating out from his neck and hands made it easy for Ashton to understand what had happened to him, and he let out an angry huff before clenching his fist and raising it to punch the mirror.
He didn't do it though, because in the middle of the violent act he noticed something which caused him to stop and stare at his reflection intensely.
It was that small crooked ring hanging from his- Chase's- chain that was around his neck. The ring he made for Luke that one memorable night where he gave and promised Luke a forever. The ring didn't shine or glimmer like a diamond ring do, but Ashton would have noticed it from miles away, which was why his eyes were stuck on that simple jewelry that should be worn by Luke.
Luke.
Ashton's breath was caught in his throat and he stumbled out of the bathroom, drenched in ice cold water and only wearing a pair of damp boxers, and stopped walking when watching the empty spot in the bed where Luke fell asleep with Ashton a only few hours earlier.
Nothing summed up and Ashton closed his eyes harshly to calm his heart down as he desperately tried to figure out what the hell had happened.
Everything has been fine, normal only hours before. He had an disagreement with Ty and a fight with the guys, but nothing out of the ordinary had happened during that time. It hadn't been weird when he had gone to his room to find Luke sleeping soundly on the bed, looking just as peaceful as he always does.
And now the bed was empty. The only thing left were tangled sheets and pillows thrown to the floor, probably after Ashton's sudden awakening. But there were no traces of Luke, not a single one, even though Ashton let his eyes search the whole room.
His breathing was still out of rhythm, as well as his heart, but this time is was not only because of the drugs in his system, but also because the slight panic that was slowly building up inside of him.
His fingers went to the ring hanging around his neck again before he gritted his teeth harshly and cursed several times under his breath.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" he repeated before quickly getting dressed and exited his bedroom. His feet quickly carried him through the darkly lit hallway upstairs and towards the stairs.
"Luke?" he called, not caring about the fact that it was far into the middle of the night and the house was as asleep as it could get. He was left disappointed when he got no answer, but kept calling the name out in hope that his first try was too quiet for Luke to hear.
He walked through the house with beads of sweat still forming on his forehead, his heart beating out of rhythm, and his veins visibly thumping out of his skin. Everything grew worse as he noticed that the house was absolutely empty. He had searched every inch in the house, cursing loudly every second that went by without success, before running upstairs again.
He reached and ripped open the door next to his to reveal a dark room with Michael sound asleep on the bed. He looked nearly lifeless, just like Ashton had done only minutes before, making Ashton curse once again.
He walked in to then room and grabbed Michael's face without any carefulness, moving his head back and forth to hopefully get his friend back to consciousness.
"Mike" he spoke and repeated the name numerous times as he started to tap his hands against the younger boy's cheeks repeatedly. As Ashton got no response he used more strength and violence, only for Michael to grumble out something incoherent before going back to silence again.
"Shit" Ashton breathed out, watching Michael's bottom lip shake from the overdose of drugs he had gotten into his system, just like Ashton.
Without any knowledge of how possibly the whole house could have been drugged to sleep at the same time, Ashton stood up and hurriedly went through Michael's drawers until he found one of a few syringes in the mess.
With shaky hands he put the pieces of the syringe together and went back to dig through the drawer for the injection he needed, but sighed when not finding what he was searching for.
"What the fuck" he mumbled through gritted teeth before tightening the hold on the syringe in his hand and breathed heavily before leaving Michael's still body alone and barged into Ty's office, knowing fully well his uncle had what he was searching for.
He stopped in the doorway when his eyes fell on Ty who was passed out in his office chair, his body collapsed over the desk as he breathes heavily. Ashton bit his tongue harshly, nearly tasting blood as he watched his uncle's nearly lifeless body in front of him.
"What the fuck is going on?" Ashton whispered out in disbelief before going over to the safe and ripping it open, reaching for the small bottle he needed and stuck the needle inside. As he hurriedly filled the syringe up with the transparent liquid, his eyes went back to Ty.
He studied his uncle with furrowed eyebrows, watching the things surrounding him on the desk. It didn't take long before Ashton noticed the empty glass with some of the white poisonous powder still stuck to the bottom of the glass.
He slowly walked closer to the desk, putting down the bottle and syringe and reached for the glass instead. "Fucking hell" Ashton spoke through gritted teeth before slamming the glass back down on the desk.
He took a harsh grip on the back of Ty's neck and pulled him back on the chair to look at his face. Ashton studied the pale skin and dry lips before letting his eyes glance back down to the desk again, this time furrowing his eyebrows when seeing his phone.
He immediately let go of Ty and reached for his phone, pressing down the button for it to light up with an unread text from Drake that was sent hours ago.
"No, no, no" Ashton said and shook his head as he unlocked his phone and waited for the picture to load that Drake had sent him. It didn't take long before the picture was showing clearly on the phone's screen.
Ashton's jaw clenched and his hold on the phone tightened as his eyes roamed the picture of Luke with blood covering his face. The blonde looked so small and broken in all ways possible, so close to break all together. So close to fall to the floor in a million different pieces, making it impossible to put back together into something whole again.
It was a preview of Ashton's worst nightmare, and watching it made everything inside of him crumble down to nothing.
Ashton's body was slowly shutting down second after second and he had to force himself to look away from the picture after his eyes had frozen stuck on the horrible photograph.
He dropped the phone to the floor and breathed heavily as he lifted his shaky hands and ran them through his hair, tugging at the strands painfully hard. His throat hurt and his scalp stung painfully as he breathed in and out shakily before reaching for the syringe. He held it tightly in his hand before clenching his jaw and jammed the needle in Ty's thigh.
With a sharp breath and hoarse, painful coughs, Ty woke up and glanced around the room with wide bloodshot eyes. Ashton didn't give him time to calm down, or even breathe, before he gripped the collar of Ty's shirt so tightly that it closed around Ty's throat.
"What's going on?" Ashton asked through gritted teeth, his voice filled with all kinds of emotions, making it hard to only track one.
Ty didn't answer, he barely had oxygen enough in his lungs to be able to stand up and take a single step. But Ashton didn't care a single bit about that, he only wanted answers, so he tightened his grip on Ty's shirt and spoke again.
"What the fuck happened to us?" Ashton's voice was louder now, loud enough to get his frustration out, but not loud enough for Ty to react the way Aston wanted.
With anger now boiling inside of him, Ashton pushed Ty back so forcefully that he fell to the floor, fighting to breathe while trying to push his body up in a seated position.
Ashton grabbed his phone and bent down to grip Ty's shirt again to force him to look at the picture still showing on the screen of his phone.
"What the fuck is this?!" Ashton yelled, his voice breaking at the end as he caught another glance at the picture. "Why is this on my fucking phone?! Can you fucking answer me?!"
"I-" Ty started but stopped to cough once again. "I don't know"
"Bullshit! What the hell is this?! Everyone's drugged to the point of unconsciousness and Luke's beat up to the point where he'll be dead in a minute, if that's not already the fucking case! I thought you said you had shit under control? How could you let this happen?!"
"I didn't" Ty answered, his voice nearly as quiet as a whisper, before he coughed again and again.
Ashton ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head back to look up at the ceiling with a hopeless expression on his face before screaming out in frustration and threw his phone across the room.
"I'm getting Luke" he spoke through heavy breaths, only for Ty to shake his head.
"You don't even know where he is. You'll die-"
"Fuck this! If you can't end this shit then I will. I don't fucking care if it ends up with me in a coffin or not, I won't be such a fucking pussy anymore!"
"Ashton," Ty spoke hoarsely, "I don't-"
"I'm not doing it for you, Ty, so don't bother sharing your opinion" Ashton snapped before quickly getting out of the room and ran down the stairs. He quickly slipped on his shoes and didn't bother to reach for a jacket as he instead reached for his car keys. He was left empty handed though as the keys usually placed on the counter was not there.
"Are you fucking kidding me" Ashton breathed out and ripped the door open to see the empty parking spot where his car had been parked last night.
"Fuck!" he yelled again, frustrated tears forming in his eyes and he was quick to blink them away, only for more tears to form again. He didn't have time to cry but his body and mind had two whole different opinions on that.
He reached for another pair of keys, not bothering to care about who's car it was, but was stopped halfway out of the house and pulled back inside again.
"I said; don't" Ty spoke lowly in his ear and held a tight grip on Ashton as the boy struggled to get away.
"And I said; fuck off" Ashton seethed and ripped himself away from Ty's grip.
"It's not worth it, Ashton! You're never gonna make it out alive, I can't lose more men in a time like this"
"Watch me!" Ashton retorted before running down the steps and unlocked Seth's car from afar. He turned around and looked at his uncle, biting the inside of his cheek painfully hard when watching Ty walking after him.
"Are you fucking deaf?! I said-"
"Don't test me, Ashton. I'm going with you" Ty spoke and snatched the keys from Ashton's hand before sitting down in the car. Ashton heart was beating unhealthily fast and hard and he had no other choice than to sit down in the passenger seat and watch the trees pass by outside as they drove away.
"What the fuck is going on?" Ashton breathed out, the question more to himself than Ty, but it caught Ty's attention anyway.
"Luke must've left on his own, why else would my car be gone? Why the fuck else would his ring hang around my chain?!" Ashton snapped again, still seeming like he was talking to himself, but Ty was glancing back and forth between him and the road with furrowed eyebrows.
"Calm down" Ty spoke, his voice uncertain and not at all as stern as it always used to be.
"'Calm down'? Are you telling me to 'calm down'?" Ashton asked and moved his teary eyes from the road to place them on his uncle. The expression on his face did not at all match his eyes filled with sadness, making Ashton look so emotional he could be described as completely.. empty.
"How the fuck do you believe I can calm down when Luke's life is in the hands of the man who would do anything to watch me die? Should I feel calm with that knowledge, huh Ty? How would you fucking feel if your girl was dying and you could do nearly nothing!?" Ashton yelled, "Would you be calm, Ty? Because I'm fucking not!"
Instead of answering the question Ashton had just asked, Ty fell silent before speaking.
"I know where Luke is. I know where the picture is taken" he said, causing Ashton to fall silent before clenching his fists harshly.
"Where?" Ashton asked under his breath, every word he spoke hurting his throat to the point where he could barely talk anymore.
"Your car is parked by your mom's cabin. I got a gps installed on your car after your explosion fiasco so I could know where you left to be, and that's where your car is now"
Ashton was left quiet as he stared out the window before slowly shaking his head and starting to laugh. It was dry and quiet at first but soon grew louder, causing Ty to tighten his hold on the steering wheel and shake his head.
"Stop it" Ty spoke through gritted teeth, making Ashton turn to look at his with eyes filled with tears.
"Why? It's hilarious, isn't it?" Ashton said and tilted his head back to lock his eyes on the ceiling.
"What are you talking about?" Ty asked.
"We used to have everything, we used to be everything, and now we're nothing," Ashton said and sniffed, cursing himself out in his head as he was crying in front of his uncle. He hadn't done that since he was around 12 years old.
"Drake was right," he spoke again, laughing humorlessly once again before closing his eyes shut, "We're an embarrassment. We were at the top, and now suddenly no one has any respect for us. People are fucking laughing at us, because we can't even keep an innocent boy alive"
"He wasn't as innocent anymore" Ty mumbled out, causing Ashton to scoff out loudly.
"And who's fucking fault is that?" Ashton snapped and opened his eyes to look at Ty. "I'm even more of a fucking joke for thinking things would turn out alright. I brought Luke into this and it ended up with my best friend dying in front of my eyes! I'm a fucking stupid, pathetic loser, Ty, and now I know I let Chase die for nothing"
Ty didn't answer Ashton, causing the young boy to laugh once again and shake his head. Ashton had given up already. He was ready to close his eyes and fall asleep to never wake up again, but he hadn't even reached the end of the journey yet. He needed to know if Luke was still breathing or not.
He might be even more pathetic and stupider than he thought, but a small part of him believed that Luke was okay and that he would continue to be as long as Ashton was.
"Do you think he's alive?" Ashton's voice was as emotionless as it could be, even though his eyes were still filled with tears.
Ty didn't answer with words, he only shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, almost anxiously licking his lips as he drove faster towards the cabin. Even though Ty had been silent, Ashton still heard the unspoken words loud and clear, causing him to bring his hands up to his face and rub it in frustration.
"I'm such a fucking joke. I'm such a joke that Drake didn't even think it was worth killing me, so he goes and kills a fucking innocent boy instead," Ashton mumbled, "I'm nothing. I'm nothing"
"Shut you mouth, Ashton" Ty suddenly barked, his voice back to the annoyed stern one he always used to have. "Stop acting like you've lost. That's not how I raised you"
"Raised me? What the fuck are you on about?" Ashton asked, his voice growing defensive as well. "You didn't fucking raise me into anything, a damn dog could have raised me better than you did. Don't you see what you did to me? You raised me up to be a fucking pathetic asshole who can't even do shit right. All I can do is kill, and now it seems like I don't even care if the ones I kill are friends or the love of my life"
"You talk like if it was you who aimed your gun at them and pulled the trigger. You weren't, so get your shit together and stop acting like a year could change your whole status as the human you are. You're still Ashton Irwin, so stop letting events affect you, they never did before" Ty spoke harshly.
"Well, maybe I grew a fucking heart during this resent year" Ashton mumbled almost sarcastically to get even more anger out of his uncle.
"Well, maybe you should throw it away" Ty answered, making Ashton clench his jaw harshly. "You know very well that you can't care in a world like this. You had it all under control and then you just dropped everything. I raised you to ignore the feelings you had, and it worked until you just had to go and fucking fall in love"
Ashton sat still in his seat and he'd his eyes locked on the road right ahead as he clenched his fists in anger. Ty had no right to act like everything was fine when they both knew they were all about to get killed. There was no way that they could make it out alive, with or without Luke.
Luke was a trophy, a price everyone wanted and for now he belonged to Ashton, but Ashton knew it wouldn't last long. Sometimes he even believed the guys in his own group would go behind his back just to gain the price.
Ashton suddenly stopped his thoughts on that specific topic, slowly raising his head to look at his uncle who was driving while running a hand through his hair.
"Did you kill him?" Ashton asked suddenly, causing Ty to turn his head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows before turning back to the road again.
"What?" he answered, making Ashton boil with anger.
"You drugged me and you took my phone away and you- you fucking killed him! You killed Luke!" Ashton exclaimed before reaching over to wrap a hand around Ty's throat, making Ty stop the car abruptly.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" he yelled and ripped Ashton's hand away from him to glare at his nephew with burning eyes. "I was drugged too, remember that?"
"You had your fucking glass in front of you! You had it all in front of you! You fucking killed him!"
"Why the fuck would I have to kill your boy when-" Ty said but stopped to clench his teeth together.
"When what?!" Ashton yelled again, ready to reach over and beat the hell out of him.
"When he was ready to kill himself" Ty spoke and looked out of the window before reaching to the inner pocket of his jacked and brought out a folded paper.
"What the fuck is this?" Ashton asked, his voice breathless as he had so many things going through his head.
"It's a suicide note" Ty answered, his voice no longer angry or challenging.
"And how do you have this?" Ashton breathed out, his teeth gritting together again as he watched his uncle think of an answer. "How the fuck did you get this?"
"I found it" Ty answered with a shrug, and Ashton lost it.
Within a millisecond Ashton had his fist hitting Ty's face, repeating the action numerous of times until Ty was weak and bleeding.
"And you didn't fucking think for a second to mention any of it to me?! You wanted him dead, you fucking asshole!"
"I didn't-" Ty started but Ashton cut him off with another punch. And another, and another. Ashton's fist was numb, his fingers probably broken after the hard hits, but he ignored it and kept beating Ty up until he was barely conscious.
"Fuck you," Ashton seethed lowly and squeezed the hand he held around Ty's throat, "If Luke's dead, I'll fucking kill you"
"I didn't want Luke dead," Ty spoke through gritted teeth, his face covered in blood as he struggled to keep his eyes open, "I wanted you alive"
Ashton was left quiet again, his eyes roaming the face of his uncle before he scoffed and exited the car to walk around it and open the door to the driver's seat. He took a tight grip on Ty's shirt and ripped him out of the car, making the already severely injured man fall down on the road without any chance of catching himself.
"Fuck you" Ashton cursed again before kicking Ty in the ribs.
"If you don't believe me you'll read the letter, Ashton" Ty struggled to word out, but Ashton only ignore him and drove away in a fast speed, leaving Ty wounded and alone in the middle of nowhere.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Ashton mumbled under his breath as he punched the steering wheel in frustration. Hi bit his lip harshly when he couldn't move his right hand after all the punched he had previously thrown. His hand was aching and he knew it was broken, but the only thing that truly hurt him- burned his skin like if it was on fire- was the letter he still held tightly in his left hand.
He didn't pay it any attention though, thinking everything Ty had said was just a stupid fucking joke to make himself look better. There was no way Luke would have done this to himself. Luke would never leave Ashton. Not like this.
After a journey that felt like hours, Ashton finally reached his family's old cabin, watching his car parked outside, looking as dead as the house did.
Ashton clenched the letter in his hand before exiting the car and ran up to the house. His heart was thumping loudly and his breathing was heavy as he reached for the handle and opened the door.
The house was dark, so dark he couldn't see anything. He blindly walked through the house and reached for the light switch, waiting impatiently for the old bulb to get its power before it lit up the room he was standing in, revealing a picture so painful even Ashton had to close his eyes and turn away.
Ashton had never had any problems with anything his life had to offer. He always had his eyes on death, never once glancing away from what was happening in front of him, but the scene in front of him now made him want to throw up. The blood covering the floor and the walls was enough to make Ashton sick, but the several iron tools drenched in red, the pleading handprints, and the pieces of clothing all over was too much.
"No. Please don't. Just- Fucking no" Ashton breathed out and held the letter tighter as he once again let his eyes drift back to the horrible scene in front of him.
The thing worse than all the others, the thing that made Ashton feel like his heart was about to stop, was the words written on the wall, looking suspiciously a whole lot like blood on the floor, that spelled out one simple sentence;
An eye of an eye, an angel for a devil.
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thank you for always giving me such great feedback and responses on this story. it makes me unbelievably happy to be the author of this book after seeing how highly you speak of it. there's be more to come, believe me :)
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