Let's Have Fun || Tronnor AU

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//Connor's POV//

6:03 am. That's how long my mind keeps me up tonight. Tonight my thoughts surround around all the memories Troye and I have shared, the happy ones to be exact. Its the wretched feeling that we hadn't had many happy ones for the past two years.

The pictures I have on my phone all have bad memories, very few include a good memory.

Swiping to left, I get to my favorite image in my whole gallery. It was the best and worst day of my life.

~(Flashback)~

"Connor! Your room better be fucking clean!" My foster mother, Kayla, yells at me from the bottom of the stairs. "The social worker is coming with another one of you worthless, good for nothing, children.

I look at the empty bed near the far side of the room that's soon to be occupied. I feel bad for the poor soul who is going to end up in this hellhole with me. Funny how this is the closest thing I have to home.

Just a year ago I was being dropped from house to house. Never being in one bed for longer then two months. I never got the luxury of hanging posters on a wall or to call someone a true friend.

The only reason I stay here, being abused on a daily, was because Kayla and Jacob were completely and utterly obsessed with money. And I was tired. Tired of moving from place to place. Tired of not having friends. Tired of being unwanted.

To my dismay, the latter still left me exhausted.

The loud ring of the doorbell breaks me from my trance. I hastily move my feet out of the room and down the stairs, knowing that if I didn't Kayla and Jacob would make me sorry for it later.

"Fix your fucking hair, you look like a god damn pig. Disgusting." Kayla grabs me by my collar, straightening my sky blue button up shirt forcefully. I run my hand through my hair, praying that its decent enough to keep her happy for the time being. "Now answer the door. And at least try to act happy. You're so depressing, no wonder no one likes you."

Yeah, that's just a bit of what I go through daily. At least she wasn't screaming.

I let out a deep breath and get into character. Letting all my jitters out, I open the door. Greated with the sight of the woman who helped me for years. She's the nicest person to walk the face of this cruel earth. She's just a sprinkle of glitter. Louise Pentland.

"Connor!" She quickly pulls me into a tight hug. I take this time to breathe in her motherly scent. I dream back to the time I could do this with my own mother. She smells of a soft spray of perfume, its not an overwhelming scent but it is quite noticeably. Hesitantly, I pull away. Not wanting to let go but scared it would make her suspicious. "Can you please help with the luggage in my car. I'm going to catch up with Mrs. Lambert."

"Of course ma'am." I politely excuse myself from the house. Hopefully this kid will be at least be nice, unlike Kayla and Jacob's biological kids James and Erin, both homophobic assholes.