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Baby Don't Cut

TRIGGER WARNING!!! SELF HARM INVOLVED IN THIS STORY AS WELL AS SEXUALITY SLANG/ABUSE!

Also, this sort of goes along with the song Baby Don't Cut by B-Mike so if you want to listen to it while reading, go ahead. If you don't, that's fine too. Your choice.

*Troye's POV*

I sigh, putting the blade back in my bag and hiding it in the cabinet. I wash my fresh cuts under the sink water and wrap them up, cleaning up a bit before walking back into my hotel room. Suddenly, my phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey babe, do you mind if I come over?" Tyler, my boyfriend, asks.

I gulp, not wanting to reject him as it would raise suspicion.

Tyler, nor anyone else, knows about my self harm.

"Y-yeah sure Ty." I stutter slightly.

"Okay I'll be there in a few minutes Troye. Love you."

"Love you too." I end the call and start straightening up my hotel room, wanting it to look presentable for Tyler.

About 15 minutes later, I hear a knock on my door and get up, putting on a fake smile and opening the door to reveal Tyler.

He smiles widely at me and wraps his arms around me, kissing my lips softly.

I shut the door and we both jump on my bed, Tyler wrapping his protective arms around me.

"I missed you." I sigh, looking over at Tyler.

"I missed you too baby. A lot." Tyler smiles and leans into my lips. I smile slightly, kissing back.

He moves and hovers over me, keeping his lips on mine the whole time.

Before I know what's happening, Tyler grabs my arms and pin them above my head.

I panic, not wanting him to see or feel my cuts.

I try wiggling out of his grasp but he just frowns into the kiss.

I feel my eyes start to water up and mentally curse myself.

Tyler must feel the tears because he pulls back and worriedly looks at me.

"What's wrong babe? I'm sorry I should've stop when you wanted me to. Troye I'm such an idiot, I'm so fucking sorry." He tells me, taking my hands in his.

Panicking even more, I try to pull my hands out of his.

"Troye? What's wrong? You're not acting like yourself." Tyler says, still keeping his hands in mine.

"P-please let me go Tyler." I whimper up at him.

"No, not until you tell me." He firmly states. I can't think straight and more tears stream down my face. Tyler trys to calm me down by rubbing his thumbs against my hands. I cry harder as he nears my wrist.

Suddenly, I feel his thumb brush against my fresh cuts and cry harder as Tyler pulls down my sleeve, revealing over 30 more cuts.

He gasps, his eyes watering up with tears.

"T-Ty I didn't want you to find out. I'm s-so sorry, you can leave me if y-you want. I'm just a fuck-k up." I tell him and pull myself out of his grasp.

I jump off the bed and attempt to run off to the bathroom when I feel Tyler's arms wrap around my torso, holding me in place. I try to get out of his hold but fail as he pulls me back onto the bed with him. He sits up against the headboard and pulls me into him, making me wrap my legs around his waist. I look down and Tyler lifts my head up to meet his gaze. I see he's crying really hard and I wonder why.