Voices (Lashton)

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My eyes widen. "M'not gay Lucas." I mumble. "Right. Says the one who was making out with a guy on his bedroom floor." I hear him smirk. "Screw you." I say and he chuckles. Where Ashton tries to ignore the voice in his head and fails miserably at it.


29. "It's all true."

Okay I'm sorry that it took forever and all that shiz.

Here's the new chapter and I hope you like it. Don't forget to comment, vote and fan!

Maybe read my other story's to, just a thought. (If you don't already)

Anywho, enjoy the chapter!

~ Abbigail

Ashton's POV

Michael pushes me into the closest, shutting the door behind him.

He turns around facing me and I step back away from him scared he'll beat me or worse- kiss me again.

"Talk." Is all he says and I shake my head looking away from him.

No I will not give him what he wants.

He groans. "Ashton fucking talk!" He says again but sounding more pissed then before.

"Sorry." I mumble really quietly.

"W-what?" He asks looking confused.

"Sorry." I say again but a little louder.

He blinks at me then looks even more cofused. "Why are you sorry?" He asks furrowing his eyebrows.

He really wants me to admit it.

I keep looking down as tears pool in my eyes. "For being your way. For breathing, for not having the guts to- finish what I started." I choke out before ripping the door open and running out of the closet with sobs racking my body as I run down the hall.

I ignore all the talking and shouting at me.

"What's wrong with the freak?"

"Oh he's crying. Hope something really bad happened so he'll cut."

"Where did he come from?"

"Did he come from the closet?"

"Ha! Must be his way of coming out to us. Creative idea for a faggot."

"Wait- who was in the closet with him? Or was he alone?"

"Wait- is that Michael? Probably beat the shit out of him."

"Ha! The fag deserves to die already. But that would be to kind to him."

"Fucking worthless piece of shit!"

"Cut till you die retard!"




"Hope you cut so deep you die!"

"Fattass! Your so fat!"

"Do us all a fucking favour and disappear off the face of the earth. Yeah thanks!"

And they all continue to say rude things to me. Nothing to new.

I run down the hall and into the bathroom to the last stall.

Where the hells Luke?

He said he'd be there for me...... He promised.

I guess it's true. Promises are meant to be broken.

Fuck this ones shattered.

I curl up into a ball as I cry into my arms.

Life's so messed up.

Everything they said about me is true.

I'm worthless.

I'm stupid.

I'm a piece of shit.

I'm a retard.

I'm a freak.

"It's all true." I mumble out into my arms as more sobs over take my body.










After crying for god knows how long, I feel my whole body heat up and I wipe my nose with some tissue paper.

My whole body aches and is itchy and I feel like I'm gonna explode.

I slowly stand up and sniffle a little.

I slowly open the stall door and look out, making sure no ones there before going any further.

I step out only to be pushed against a wall, I cry out in pain as my back hits the hard ass wall. Guess I didn't look good enough.

I look to see Tony smirking while his arms are crossed over his chest.

"Well, well, well. Faggot thought to show his face again I see...... Maybe I didn't make myself clear Irwin." He sneers walking closer to me and my eyes widen I fear.

He spray painted my locker and told everyone I was gay. It's all his fault. This mess, he caused it.

I glare at him but he doesn't seem to notice- that or he doesn't care.

Well fucking hell.

I slowly push up off the wall and he narrows his eyes at me.

"Fucking gay ass freak." He snaps and I am so pissed all of a sudden.

Before I know what's going on, my hand makes contact with his nose, making a loud cracking sound.

He falls back clutching his nose with his hands as blood comes from it.

I gasp and put my hands up to my mouth.

Well fuck. I better go.

I rush out of the washroom, going a little to fast cause I run into the lockers from sliding as I run down the hall.

Well I'm dead.

When I told Calum I was going to do something I meant tell someone, like an adult or something, not actually punch him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking hell." I mumble under my breath as I rush over to my locker.

I quickly try my lock but, my luck is all bad and it doesn't open for me.

I try again and again but it just doesn't want to fucking open.

"Irwin!" I hear the divil himself shout from down the hall.

Kids gasp, as I look up to see him storming over to me with a bloody shirt and he's holding a piece of cloth on his nose.

His fault for wearing a white shirt today.

He looks pissed.

"Well no shit Ashton you punched the guy!" I hear Luke say in my head and I roll my eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me faggot?!" Tony roars and I back away.

"Hey! What are you- holy fuck. What happened to your face? Not that it wasn't messed up before but now it looks even worse." Michael says coming over to where we are with Calum.

Cal looks from Tony to me then back to me with wide eyes.

"This fucking fag." Tony says shooting daggers at me and I cringe away from him.

Michael blinks a little putting his hands up. "Wait. Back up. Are you trying to tell me Ashton did that to you?" He asks confused and Calum's eyes widen even more.

"That's exactly what I'm saying Michael." He snaps and Michael looks at me with wide eyes.

Everyone in the hall stopped to see what's going on and they gasp when they hear I did that to Tony.

"What-? I don't understand....." Michael says confused and I feel someone catches my eye.

I look over to see Luke smiling at me and I give him a weak smile back.

He motions towards the door and then slowly walks away and out the door to the school parking lot.

I look back at Michael who still looks shocked and Calum who's got a proud, yet kinda confused look on his face and Tony who looks like he's gonna kill me any second.

Is it weird that I don't think Michael will let him hurt me....

"You little fucking bitch-!" He lunges for me only to be held back by Michael making us all look at him confused and shocked.

Usually he's the one to beat me first not the one to hold back from a beating.

Tony glares at Michael looking even more pissed and confused. "What the fuck Clifford?!"

"Not now Tony." Michael hisses and Tony stops but keep glaring at me.

Like I said, they all listen to Michael.

Michael looks back at me with an expression I can't put my finger on.

He steps closer to me and I panic. I shake my head quickly before running out of the building and down the road towards my house.

All of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder and I let out a very (not so) manly scream.

I turn around to see Luke smiling at me.

I return it and wrap my arms around him while his go to my waist, holding me close to him.

"You did good," he whispers. "just maybe a little heads up before hand." He says and I pull back slightly.

"You weren't there though. You promised." I mumble out looking down.

He sighs. "I know Ashton, I'm sorry. I just- I had some things I needed to take care of. Even if I'm not physically with you I'm always with you in your head. And your heart. just like your always in my heart and on my mind." He says and I feel like I'm on cloud 9.

I grin and pull his face down to mine as I kiss him with so much passion that it could fill both of us.

"Your amazing." I whisper against his lips as he smiles in it.

He pulls back a little. "I'm not that amazing. I let you suffer all those years. Not even helping you at all. I still feel like shit for not doing something sooner."

I kiss him again, not caring who sees. "But your here now and that's all I need............ All I'll ever need is you Luke."

I bite my lip and his smile could break his face as he kisses me again and I wrap my arms around his neck while his go to my waist.

So maybe today started out shitty but it ended pretty fucking great.

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