I Found You || (troyler AU)

Chapter 3

Tyler's POV

"What the fuck man!" I yelled, jumping out of the kiss and shoving James. I had to leave, I had to go stop Troye and talk to him, I had to do something. I couldn't let him get away before I even met-

"Why? I thought you were into me?" He asked, his voice darkening with mirth, as he walked toward me at full speed. Before I could get any words out, he cupped his hand over my mouth, and forcefully shoving me against the brick wall. I winced as my shoulder came in contact with the rough material, only to have it hurt twice as bad as James pulled me off and threw me against it again. The pain was like a livewire throughout my whole body, and I felt so powerless, hurt, and pissed off I couldn't process what was happening straight.

"You're not into me? FUCKING ANSWER ME ASSHOLE!" James roared while he slapped right cheek so hard I turned my head. My head was spinning with so much force it felt like the whole world was collapsing on it. I was pressed against the wall with little room between me and James, but of course I wouldn't just give up easily. It was dark out, and judging by the silence there wasn't anyone in the alleyway. That's all I could comprehend.

"No, god no of course I don't. Get off me, please get off me," I mumbled, hardly understanding myself. He backed off me a few inches, only to reach down and work at the zipper on my pants, pulling them down once he figured it out. The only thing I could feel was my heart pounding in my ears, and hear the sound of a belt. I couldn't think, I couldn't breath, only feel the belt being lashed on my now bare thighs. I cried out in pain, only now processing what was going to happen.

"Make noise, and I'll hit you with this every time, understand baby?" James scolded. I shook my head rapidly, only causing it to spin more. He had me pressed against the wall with so much force, my weak state making me unable to move, or even try to get out of the force. I screamed from pain when I felt his fist penetrate my entrance in one go. His forearm moved to push me against the wall by my throat, but I couldn't stop screaming, feeling my vision go black around the edges, and blacking out when I felt the belt hit me repeatedly, still unable to find the strength to get him to stop.

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I awoke to a rush of voices, bright lights, and unbearable pain on my chest and backside. I was as lifeless as a rock, and my throat was so dry it impossible to let the people around me know I was thriving in pain. My clothes were being torn, a needle was in my arm, and I was out once more.

The next time I gained conciseness, I didn't feel the pain anymore, only seeing bandages on my legs and arms, along with wires attached to my skin, and a part of my head was wrapped.

"Hello, Tyler," someone spoke beside me. I turned to find a doctor, who had the face of James, and I felt panic crush me from the inside out.

"Get away from me James, get out! Get the fuck out!" I yelled. But he just stepped forward with three different shaped knives.

"Take your pick, I have to cut the insanity out of you," he said in a sweet voice. I kept screaming, and screaming, and screaming but he laughed. Laughed for what seemed like hours, enough to make me lose my mind.

"I may just have to strap you down, don't I baby?" I still continued to scream, while he continued to laugh.

"You're in good hands baby,"

I jolted upright, seeing no James, only the same injuries, and actual doctors to my left.

"Mr. Oakley, we are so sorry," one of the female doctors said. I could actually move now, so I flexed my fingers.

It was just a dream.

"What happened to me?" I feared the answer, but I couldn't remember all that much.