Army Tanks - Lashton

''This is no girl scout camp, Private.''

''Sir, No, sir.''

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Luke is the scrawny new guy in the army, where no one think he belongs.

Ashton is the sir in Luke's tent, and not going easy on any of the boys.

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This story is partly inspired by 'The Load' by ali (dancinginthestreet) and partly by PE in my school. This story is also on Wattpad.

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24. ''Every time I love a guy, he ends up fucking leaving me!''

The next morning I woke up to my phone vibrating on my bedside table.

Ashton was nowhere to be found in the room, and neither were his clothes.

I suddenly remembered how he had left in the middle of the night, when he thought I was sleeping.

I brushed the thought away, before I looked at my phone, seeing Michael was calling.

I grabbed my phone, answering the phone, and pressing it to my ear.

''Hey Mike.'' I said, laying back down.

''Luke! Luke! Luke! We're together!'' Michael squealed, and I heard a deep chuckle in the background.

''What do you mean...?'' I asked, rubbing my eyes, too tired to even think about anything.

''Calum and I are together again. He felt the same!'' Michael squealed, and I quickly sat up.

''It took you so fucking long to tell him?'' I asked, deciding to get out of bed.

''Well... I did tell him shortly after you told me to... But he said he didn't like me like that, and that we needed to stay professional. But now the bitch finally showed his true colors.'' Michael said, before I heard him groan in pain.

''Let me guess. He just hit your shoulder because you called him a bitch?'' I asked, walking over to the closet.

''Yeah I did. Because he's my bitch.'' I heard Calum say, making me laugh.

I got out some clothes laying them on the bed, setting my phone on speaker.

''Hold on. I think Elliot is waking up.'' I said, walking over to the crib, to see Elliot wiggling around, making me smile.

''AWWW. How is the little fella doing?'' I heard Michael ask, as another groan was heard, this time from Calum.

''Well. He's not dead yet, so I haven't failed as I parent, like I did as a husband.'' I said, begining to get on the clothes.

''Luke... You didn't fail as a husband. It's not your fault that James died...'' I heard Michael say, sounding sad now.

Great.

I just ruined his mood too.

I lifted Elliot from his crib, and changed his clothes, before grabbing my phone, and walking to the kitchen.

''But we all know it's true.'' I said, as I checked the whole apartment, not seeing a single trace from Ashton being back after leaving last night.

''I can't even keep a guy in my life, without scaring him. Because every time I end up loving a guy, he fucking leaves me.'' I said, placing Elliot in his chair, and sitting down myself.

''Luke... That's not true... You know that. It's not your fault that James got sick.'' I heard Calum say, as I looked at Elliot, seeing as he was pretty much laying down in his chair.

''But it's my fault that he's dead.'' I snapped, taking a deep breath.

''If I had just been more stubborn about him taking his pills, he would still be alive, and be right here, next to me! He wouldn't be 6 feet under ground! At least not yet!'' I yelled, making Elliot begin crying.

I hung up the phone, before walking over and lifting him from his chair, holding him close.

''I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.'' I whispered, as tears fell down my cheeks.

Sobs left my lips, as I held Elliot close.

''I'm sorry.'' I kept on mumbling, walking to the bedroom, laying him in the crib, when he finally fell asleep.

I walked into the living room, laying on the couch, as more tears fell from my glossy eyes.

Why won't anyone love me?

And when they do, why won't they stay with me?

I buried my face in my pillow, as sobs left me.

Why am I always left alone? (me rn)

Why am I always left to pick up the broken pieces, cutting myself a million times in the process, and having to make the wound heal, all by myself?

Why do people begin to help me, only ruin something else.

Shattering it on the floor.

Shattering my heart.

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I looked out of the window of the bedroom, as I held Elliot close to my chest.

He was drooling on my shirt, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I haven't really talked to anyone the past three weeks.

New years eve, was  spent just Elliot and me.

My parents didn't even call me.

Michael texted me three hours after midnight, where I had already gone to bed five hours earlier.

I looked down at Elliot, seeing how he was sleeping again.

That's pretty much all he does.

I kissed his forehead, before standing up, and laying him in the crib.

I walked into the kitchen, making some coffee, so I could actually feel just a little less dead.

I looked at the way the water turned from crystal clear, to a brown, almost black color.

Just like my soul.

I poured the liquid into a cup, before walking to the living room and sitting down.

I felt my stomach rumble, but I just couldn't bring myself to make any food.

I felt way too exhausted to do so.

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