Drawing of a Rose [Troyler AU]

Chapter 34: Choices We Make

This chapter wasn't here, idk why. Apologies.

Troye

As we drove back, the silence forced me to think.

Anger nibbled at my mind, tainting my brain. It poisoned my views, spreading it's violent disease throughout my body.

I refrained from letting rage scream as I said, "why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it will help."

"Who will it help? You? I don't see any benefits for me" I countered, physically shaking from emotions.

"It will benefit you. We've already had this talk, and I won't say anymore."

I wasn't finished.

"Benefit me?! I definitely think slavery and confinement are extremely beneficial for my life. I'm going to be the happiest man alive" I snapped.

His eyes blazed, lips pursed and jaw clenched. I could tell what he was thinking as his knuckles turned ghostly white and rigid.

"Don't push it boy" he warned.

"Or what? You can't hurt me, otherwise they'll find out. You don't want that to ruin your plans that will 'benefit us'" I taunted.

I knew that was pushing it a bit far, but I didn't care at that moment.

My body collided with the side door as the car swerved right, entering the opposite lane. I got flung again as we swerved back into the correct lane.

"Shut your mouth! I told you to be quiet and you will obey my orders. Your still under age and I am your legal guardian, so you listen to me or I wont hesitate" He yelled.

I flinched, staring at the ground and trying to forget about what he wouldn't hesitate to do.

The silence settled in the car, laughing at the tension that hung in the air.

I focused on the passing homes, many being modern and new. I wondered if they had it worse or if they enjoyed life. Did they have siblings? Both parents, or were they divorced? Did they smoke, did they graduate? Do they feel like they're loved, or feel abandoned and ignored?

I could still hear the angry huffs of the man driving, so I submerged myself fully in my mind. That is often a horrible idea.

Do you ever realise how simple people's lives seem, when they're actually twisted and complex? They show what they wanna show, never letting deeper emotions show.

The girl running along the path, music pounding in her ears and sweat trickling down her cheeks. She's exercising, trying to stay in the the body she's in. dreamed of. Is she?

She's running away from the house of screaming matches and ice silence. Trying to mute her recent and common memories by remembering that the voice ringing inside her ears can relate. Her sweat rolls down the burned stains left by another salty liquid. Running can let her focus on the now, not the future nor the past.

We slowly drove further away from her, and we soon pulled up in front of my house.

Not even a home.

He unlocked the door, stepping through and I followed suit.

"Go up to your room and stay there" he growled, low and threatening.

A rough shove, and I made my way to my room, too tired to argue.

I laid on my bed, hearing the cracking open of a new wine bottle, flooding into a glass. Slow, uncoordinated tinks of glass hitting wood floated in my ears, reminding me of what kind of person I live with.

I wish I had followed her when she left. I knew she couldn't come back, knowing the outcome wouldn't be pretty.

Three years I've wondered this. Three, painful, black and blue painted, years.

If I hadn't uttered those two words, two words filled with pride, hope and acceptance. I wouldn't be stuck right here.

Of course, there could've been many choices that would have lead me to a similar position.

It's crazy to think, that every choice you make made you where you are today. Lying on your side that one night, walking slower for a few seconds, making small eye contact with that lady.

Without those choices, you wouldn't be here right now. You might have died, you might have been in an accident, you might have won money.

But you can't change those things, nope. Your stuck in this moment. A moment where nothing exists except for what you see, hear and smell.

I heard the door handle squeal, the wood crying, the door slamming shut.

He finally left.

I got up to eat something, swimming out of my drowning thoughts. When I finished, I wandered back to my room. My mind was threatening to suffocate me, so I decided to put on some soft pop songs and scroll through the Internet.

Hours passed, how many I didn't bother to count, and I eventually put my electronics away.

I drifted off to music that let me breathe in the drowning oceans I call my thoughts.

A/N
....yah.
Sorry about the little filler. I wasn't in the mood to write any more story line. And also sorry about the wait, tests and all that.
(This chapter isn't edited either... oh well)

Also happy birthday to the cute fellow aussie Troyeboy!! There's two more hours left of his birthday when I'm writing this.

I forgot to mention it last chap but 5k reads, omg. Thanks for that :3.

Sneaky promo, but check the fic I did with Maggie. It's called "Hogtube" (harry potter and youtubers)

I think that's all, sorry for the randomness again.

Imma go now.
BYE!!!.
Jam.