I Turned Him? A Troye Sivan Fan-Fic *Completed*

The Word 'Safe'

**Dreu's POV**
I'm running through a forest. There's something chasing me. I don't know what or why. I'm running as fast as I can go. I can hear heavy breathing and sticks and leaves being crushed as we run. All I see is darkness, with the slightest bit of light that seems like it's so far away. I'm running short of breath but I know I can't stop. I trip on something sticking out, and bash my head on the hard and cold ground. I scramble to get up, knowing that whatever is chasing me, is slowly closing the slight distance between us. It's getting closer and closer, and my head begins to pound. I can't stop running. I feel like I'm getting closer to the light, but it's still so very far from me. I stop running that instant. Not because I wanted to, but because the light, was a small light on a big wall. I smashed right into it. I was trapped. It trapped me. I was breathing hard and I could hardly move. The pain in my head and lungs was increasing, and I felt almost dizzy. The landscape around me began to spin. I tried to focus on something, and that's when I spotted what was chasing me. It was slowly stalking up to my seemingly lifeless body, and I realized it wasn't an it. It was a who. A him. A certain Dan Howell. He roughly grabs me, and I begin thrashing with as much energy left in my weak body. I could smell his breath, and his cologne, and the strong alcohol scent that my body had associated with him. He picked me up slightly, and began to kiss my neck. I kicked against him and landed on the ground, for the third time. My body stung with the pain, and I couldn't move a single muscle. I began to yell. Screaming the only name that my mind could relate with the word 'safe.'
"TROYE!"
"Dreu. Baby wake up!"
I woke up in a cold sweat. I was breathing heavily and I still couldn't move.

Troye wiped all of the hair from my face and looked at me.
"What happened?"
"Dan," was all I could stutter out.
"Dan is gone baby. I promise. He won't ever touch you or even look at you, again."
I was still terrified out of my mind though.

I was about to get in the shower, but had stopped to get a good look at the aftermath of everything.
All in all, I have a hand print bruise on my left breast, three or four smaller bruises on either hipbone, bruises on both thighs, and two hickeys on the right side of my neck, and one on my left collarbone.
The door opened, and I covered my chest as quickly as possible.
"Oh my god, Dreu! Is that from..." he trailed off.
"No," I grabbed a towel and covered my upper body.
"Dreu. Let me see."
I dropped my towel the slightest bit, and he saw the damage.
"Honey. This is, this is, awful."
"I'm ugly now. Go on and say it."
He put his hand under my chin, and made me look into his gorgeous eyes.
"Every single thing about you is beautiful, and perfect."