DISCONTINUED - How can you help me? - Troyler AU

32 - Eric Explained.

Hey guys! Soo.. I have a book/writer recommendation for y'all. Ok so her @ on Wattpad is 5sosTheirTheReason and she's a really good friend of mine IRL. She is full blown OBSESSED with five seconds of summer, especially Calum Hood, which leads me to her book recommendation. Currently, she is working on one fanfic,
Not knowing ~Calum Hood
And it's pretty good, to say the least.
Anywho, enjoy the fan fiction!
~Jackie

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TRIGGER WARNING!!
ABUSE AHEAD!!
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Long Chapter XOX
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Tyler's POV-
I swish down the medicine as if it were water.
'Nurse?' I catch her attention.
'Could you please turn off the lights.. I'm so tired..'
She turned to me with a confused look.
"I thought you have a visitor?"
What? What could she mean?
"Well, it says here you have a visitor.." She paused and stared at me with a glare. 'Its signed here as a your boyfriend.' 1, this homophobic bitch just stared at me.. 2, Troye was with his family, how can this be true..
"Um.. Ok. I suppose you can have him sent in..?"
'Very well.'
Little did I know, all hell had been broken loose when the devil himself had been standing at the end of my feet.
"Hello Tyler."
"Wh.. What.. Eric? You cannot be in here; NURSE! NURSE!"
"Shut the fuck up." He snarled.
"I cannot BARE to look at you."
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Let me explain,
Back before my internet career, while in college, I fell for a Frattboy. This Frattboy is obviously the one people call 'Eric'. He was basically the head of his Fratt. But, he had been in the closet. To maintain his reputation, he.. How can I put this, well, basically, he fucked chicks. Ugh. There nothing more I hate then someone who pretends to be someone else.

Any Who, to continue, I was basically his 'secret.' We were under the radar. Little did I know, I was helping and protecting an complete and utter asshole.
We, like any couple, had fights.
Only, ours were a bit more... Unique.
He, being a Fratt boy, was obviously hot-tempered. And he was aggressive. If I ever wanted to show, let's say, affection, in a public place, or even mention in to him, he'd become definitive and cruel and aggressive and abusive. Even the littlest thing, and quote on quote, "would hurt his reputation," he would go all ape shit on me. He'd kick, punch, yell, push, and everything in between. The worst of all, was a day at a party. A college party, at his very own Fratthouse.
He had drunken so much that day, I regret ever going. He, being as buzzed as he was, took my wrist and yanked me into a cleaning supplies closet.
Just in he act of kissing, some other College boy and his whore of a girlfriend opened the door, phones in hand, and video taped us. It took about 20 to realize them. After Eric had seen it, they ran out the closet as if their alcoholic lives depended on it. Eric took me by the neck and choked me. I had stopped breathing. Any normal human would have just died, right then and there, but people right outside the door heard a loud thud and called an ambulance. I was so lucky. Yet, here I am, sitting in the same damned hospital, eating he same damned shitty food, and breathing the fuckery of air.
And I'm here, staring at the one person who was not but an inch of taking me soul away from me.

"Tyler. I've changed. It's been so many years. I've embraced who I am! I don't need to hide anymore!' He was so pathetic.
I sighed.
"Oh Eric. For one, I did hate your fake personality, and I hated it with a passion.
But, it's not the reason I can't bare to look at you.
The real reason, Eric, is because you attempted to murder me. I don't need your bullshit excuse, 'I was DRUNK Tyler! Please forgive me!' Well guess what. You'd be surprised at the amount of control you have. Oh, and you had plenty. I know because after the cops showed up, you were well below the illegal alcohol amount. I heard when to cops had the tester in your mouth to breath on. You fooled me. You framed the party. There, I thought you actually had no control! Then I come to find out, you where switching fucking scotch with Fiji water, YOU BITCH!
Oh, and 2, get the fuck out of my room before I repay the choking favor." The first sentence in shut him right up.
He never exactly, was the one to 'shut up.' Usually I fact, it was me who kept quite. He never wanted word to get out. He abused me, mentally and physically. I would always plan a candle lit, star filled personal dinner, but all he ever responded was, 'Will you PLEASE up! People might hear us! You talk to much it makes my ear internally BLEED!'
Now who's sorry? Bitch.

He quickly scattered out the room and I got exactly what I wanted.
Sleep.