•Title: "Pizza"
•Requester: meeeee
•Warnings: abuse, od, drugs, gun.
•Inspiration: That episode where grace helps the woman when she called asking for a pizza. Also, sorta mixing it with
•Type: angst
A/N: Okay, I am so sorry for this emotional mess. Also I'm watching the intervention episode and crying. Also Owen throwing an impromptu birthday party for that kid is ADORABLE.
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In New York
TK cries out as he feels the foot connect with his abdomen.
"You're a waste of space, junkie," Alex seethes with another kick.
"Go to hell you worthless piece of trash."
With that, he left the apartment, most likely to go out drinking until morning. TK cries out once again as he stands, stumbling to the bathroom. He opens the cabinet and grabs the bottle of oxys. He had been clean for three weeks, but Alex insisted on keeping them.
He grips the bottle tightly and stumbles into the kitchen. He nearly falls as he opens the fridge and grabbing a beer. When he closes the door, he does fall to the ground. He sighs but opens the bottle and begins shoving pills into his mouth before downing a few swigs of beer.
"I'm sorry dad."
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When TK opens his eyes, his father's scared face is looking at him. Next thing he knows, he is being lifted onto a gurney and wheeled away.
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"Is this an ongoing thing? I thought you were done with pills. Have been for years,' Owen says softly.
"Weeks, dad," TK says softly.
"What? On the job?" Owen looks at him, tears in his eyes.
"No, never, dad. I would never put lives at risk," TK's tears rush down his face, "I'm sorry, dad. I just needed something to deal," TK says, sniffling as he puts his head in his hands.
"Deal with what?" Owen asks, his hand resting on TK's back.
TK looks up at him with his red, puffy eyes, "he hits me, dad."
"What?" Owen says as TK falls into his dad's lap.
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Present Day
TK smiles as Carlos pulls his shirt on, buttoning his uniform after.
"Like what you see?" Carlos asks.
"You know I do," TK smirks as he stands and walks to his boyfriend, kissing him softly.
"Well, I'll get home from my shift before you get home from yours, so, why don't I make us some dinner?" Carlos suggests.
"Of course. You know I'd never turn down your cooking," TK smiles.
"Okay, I love you. Stay safe at work," Carlos says as he kisses TK's cheek.
"Me? you're the cop, babe," TK responds with a chuckle.
"And which one of us got shot?"Carlos responds with a smile before leaving.
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When the doorbell rings, TK had just gotten in his uniform. He walks to the door, and opens it, stumbling back in fear.
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