Past: Tronnor

Chapter 11

***Connor's P.O.V.***

It's selfish to think of myself at a moment like this. Extremely selfish. But I couldn't help it.

A car accident.

What are the chances of not one, but two of my model's parents in a car accident.

Very, very slim. It's seems too far fetched.

But no, it's happening.

I keep having flashbacks to the accident. The phone call, Nicola in tears, her cries the loudest thing I've ever heard. I feel a pain in my chest. I look to Troye and Sage, who are now sitting with their siblings, crying, all of their siblings, caring for each other.

I want to cry a river. But Connor Franta world renounced fashion magazine owner doesn't cry. Especially in front of people. I bite my lip as I feel the lump in my throat.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Tyde looks at me, almost disgusted by my question.

"No" he sneers.

At least they have each other. They should be grateful for that. They don't even know if their parents are dead as well.

I feel guilt for thinking such things but then again, I feel as if it's the only truth.

"The Mellets?"

I wasn't expecting to see the family look up to the nurse. Isn't their last name Sivan? Or at least that's what Troye put on his resumé. Did Sage put something different?

"Yes, right here" Troye raises his hand and they all get up in symphony walking to the nurse.

"Your parents are in stable condition. It appears that the police have gathered that the accident was not your parents fault. A head on collision, The opposing driver ran a red light causing this to happen. Now, you can visit them, but we're trying our best to keep them alive" She rubs Troyes shoulder, gives sympathetic smiles at each of them and walks away holding her clipboard to her chest.

I hate sympathetic smiles. With a passion. Your showing that you can smile while the other person is drowning in their sorrows. I hate that.

"I'll wait here" I say to them. They all ignore me, walking away and down the hall.

I awkwardly take a seat in the waiting room.

Is it okay to cry? No. I remind myself.

I think to Troye and Sage for a minute. I think about Troyes black eye. Did he really bump into a wall? It didn't look that way. I don't know what else could have happened. And Sage, quite beautiful. She reminds me of Nicola in a way. Sweet, and obviously caring for the opposite sibling. Troye, small little, almost a scared looking puppy, Troye. Something else must have happened in his life. But I just don't know what.

I don't know much about him, or her for that matter. But it would be an honor to know more. I've never had a model like him. Most models are stuck up, only hired for their looks. But he's... he's different.

That sounds so cliche. So, so cliche. Yea yea, he's "different" but I'm serious about it. He's different.

I think for nearly 2 hours until Troye comes out from the hallway. None of his siblings are with him.

"I'm really sorry your going through this."

"You don't know the half of it" Troye huffs.

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously.

"Just a lot going on, it gets tiring, not everyone has assistants or maids that they can just call for"

I feel insulted, but I don't even bother to tell him. I just look at him. He doesn't look back at me. He sits with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. A small tear runs from one eye.

The black and blue one.

"What really happened to your eye?"

"I already told you, I hit it on a cabinet"

I think back.

"I ran into a wall"

That's what he told me.

"No you told me you ran into a wall." I become more strict, not intending to.

"I-I did, I just forgot what. There's a lot going on right now. It's hard to think straight."

"Troye, be honest with me" I look at him firmly.

"I- I can't"

With that, he leaves.

He gets up. He walks away.

I sit in the what now seems dark and depressing room. The posters about good health have come from the walls. Now the walls are just black. The colorful chairs are now just plain white. I feel myself start to get anxious. I feel the walls cave in.

Not now. Not here. But, Why now? Why here?

I feel my face get hot. I want to run, and I want to run far. But my feet are planted to the ground. Incapable of any movement.

I stand up feeling dizzy. I take a breath. I sit back down. I close my eyes and take a few more breaths until I cool down. I open my eyes, and I tell you I've never been happier to see a poster informing about ear infections.

Tyde appears around the corner. Sadness in his deep brown eyes.

"Is everything ok?"

"Well of course it's not ok," he snaps. "My parents are practically dying. Why are you even here?" He asks slumping into a nearby seat.

"Um, moral support."

"For who?"

"Troye and Sage"

He doesn't answer me. Rather he puts his hand through his hair and yawns.

I feel an uncomfortable silence, and then the other siblings, not Troye, but Sage and Steele emerge from the hallway.

"How are they?" I ask.

"They're not doing too well," Steele starts, "Troye's in mum's room, talking to her"

I can't help but think about his black eye.

He could be.

But was he.

Abused?

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Yea yea yea, you've heard my lame excuses for uploading late. Sorry for uploading so late though, busy week and whatever. I hope you guys are liking this fan fiction so far. I've put a lot of time in it and I don't want it to seem to far fetched, but rather a normal type of love story, with a few twists. Also, CONNOR'S BOOK. I'm so excited and I'm probably going to the stop in New York so I can meet him! Legit goals in life would be complete! And then I was watching tv and casually caught him on access hollywood. He's gotten so far and I'm so proud of him. *insert crying emoji here*. but as well as me I have a party tomorrow and then a date the next day. Fun I guess. Yep. K see you guys next chapter LY cool bye.

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