Troye POV
Tyler says that I have to come out with the truth. He says that's the only way I can begin to get better. The only way I can start to move past everything. So I have to tell my dad. I am scared shitless. I don't know where to start, so I am sat in front of him, by myself, scared out of my mind. I sucked in a breath hoping the bed would swallow me whole, yet I was proven wrong about its abilities.
"Troye, I can't read your mind. Its the last day here, I thought you would have wanted to spend it with Tyler at Universal." My dad spoke. Surprisingly, he had no qualms with Tyler's closeness. Hm. I shook my head at him, biting my lip. I had to do this.
"I have to talk to you" I said quietly. I watched as concern flooded his features.
"About what?" He questioned.
"About me... why I'm so scared all the time" I could feel the tears building up already. This wouldn't be easy. He tensed beside me.
"Troye, as much as I want to know, you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable." He said softly. I knew he would say that. He was always considerate. In lieu of declining his offer, I just started.
"I'm assuming you know I'm gay" I asked, looking away.
"Troye that's been obvious, I hope you know that's not an issue, I love you, we all love you." He spoke softly.
"I know." I said looking at him, watching his gaze as he took in my features. I didn't think about my next words, I just spoke.
"I was beaten, tormented, and raped" I said. My voice was hollow, showing just how serious I was. I forced my eyes to remain on him. I watched his face go from kind and loving, to enraged.
"What?" He asked. His tone was icy, cold, as if he had no emotion.
"Remember when I was 15 and I was always gone?" Confusion laced his angered features.
"With the Robert guy? Did he do something to you?" He asked as confusion turned into understanding, before morphing into rage again. I looked away, not wanting to see him for the next part.
"He seemed nice enough at the time. He was very caring, protective; everything a first boyfriend should be." I began. I waited for a response, only to find that he was going to wait for me to continue.
"But soon, it became something I was scared of. I had to do his homework, be at his beck and call. If I wasn't, he reminded me why I should have been." I paused, taking a deep breath once more.
"My entire life was centered around him and I never wanted it to be that way" I whispered. The silence was eerie. I hated it. But it needed to happen.
"I was in too deep, afraid to ask for help, and then he-" I broke off. the words going to be hard to speak but I knew I needed to.
"He got mad one day, I hadn't done his homework. He beat me so bad I passed out, and when I woke up; I was being raped" I stopped. In a spur of movement so fast I nearly missed it, my dad stood up and swung; aiming for the wall, and stopping short, I'm sure not wanting to damage the hotel.
In that moment, I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my chest. I sucked in a breath, feeling my lungs inflate like they had never had air before. At the sound of my sharp intake of air, my dad spun, looking at me with wide eyes. I had to finish.
"He made my life hell after that, and when he went to jail, his brother did too, inviting his friends to use me too." I said. I swear I felt like the pain was falling off in large pieces. I smiled at the feeling, looking up at the man in front of me.
