MISTAKES 2 (Tronnor fanfic)

#1 The Journey Continues

CONNORS POV

"Petra, could you pass the remote please?" I smiled as Levi played with his toy cars on the carpet in front of us. Troye was curled up against me and we laid under a cosy blanket Petra had bought me as a christmas present. We don't actually celebrate christmas, but something between Hannukah and Christmas.
Petra sat on an cosy armchair with her phone and knees up agaist her chest.
Petra was 15 already. It seemed so much. I talk to her all the time and we spend a lot of time shopping for us two, eating and watching movies and talking about celebrity boys. Yes, really. I enjoy spending time with our children. Levi is only six and doesn't really understand much of life. He just enjoys being active in parks, having pillow fights and giggling around as I tickle him.
I glanced at Levi as the blonde haired little munchkin was playing with his trucks and making small noices then and then. The Kardashians was on.

Then I kissed Troyes forehead as he looked at the TV. But I know there was something else. He wasn'g focusing on the show. His eyes were half open and he looked pretty sad actually, like he was in his own world. I wondered what he was thinking about and wrapped my still scarred arms around his waist and nuzzled into his fresh hair.
Think about it. 16 years together. 16 and a half soon, actually. And two beautiful and intelligent children.

Petra sent me an text message from a link and I opened it. There were a couple of pictures from funny things and I laughed at them.
"Oh my god, Tro, look at this!" I giggled and showed him but he just hummed an "hm." for an answer.
Huh.
Weird.
Petra and I shared a second of a weird glance at eachother as we continued watching the show.

"Okay, Con. I need a night off. I'll be back, erm, sometime." Troye muttered and threw on his jacked, slamming the door shut, leaving a small silence as I looked at the clock, sitting up.

"Okay big guy, it's past your bedtime already. It's 21;45. Let's go." I grabbed Levi from the floor by his armpits and held him against me.
"No dad I don't want to sleep! I'm not sleepy at all!" I placed and tucked him in his bed in his own room, and sat on the end of the small bed. He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes.
Just like Troyes.

"Are you alright, big guy?" I asked him as I stroked his cheek and he frowned a bit.
"Daddy?" He finally splurted.
"Yeah?"
He hesitated a bit before whispering, almost like he was ashamed of asking that question;
"Is dad going to do the... Bad thing again?"
I sighed.

The bad thing was drinking. Troye had come drunk home in an accident two years ago while partying with his siblings. It had really scared Levi. He had cried and came into my office room and jumped on me, sobbing and crying in pure panic. I didn't hesitate to put him right to sleep and drag Troye outside of the house with me. I yelled so hard I could and we argued long and strong. He had called me a slut, worthless shit and a lousy fuckead dad, and I had cried and sent him away to a motel.
That was one of the roughest times of our marriage.
Levi had slept in mine and Troyes bed that night as he was really scared. I was, too. Angry, hurt and scared.

"I... I don't know, sweetie. But I promise, it will be okay. I swear. If Tro comes home, erm, doing the bad thing, I won't let him in. Okay?"
He smiled faintly as I ruffled his hair.

"But where will daddy stay? He can't sleep outside."
"A hotel. A hotel is good. And I will be very angry for him if he does that. He doesn't do that. I swear." I hugged the small boy tight as he pulled away soon and held his pinky finger up.

"Pinky promise?"
I hesitated for a second.

'You worthless piece of crap!!! You don't know anything!! Lousy father after all, and you know it!!'

"Pinky promise." I smiled and Levi settled to sleep.

"Goodnight, big guy. See you tomorrow." I caressed him under the covers correctly and shut the door, plucking in the Winnie the Pooh nightlight.

I walked downstairs in the dimming light and saw Petra behind the fopen fridge door, propably craving for a diet Coke or something.

"Hi." I splurted and she looked at me and gave me a Coke, too. I thanked and she sat down with me at the dining table. The moon was on the sky as it was November. The snow had fallen and Petras smoky eye makeup shinmered in the dim light as she sipped her coke. She had gotten her eyes from me. Greeny, a bit blue and a few clicks of grey and brown. She lowered her one corner of mouth as a 'what's up then?'.
"Are you okay, dad?" She whispered as we sat in the kitchen.

"Yeah, don't worry about it sweetie. What about you?" I tried not to sound too worried about Troye and Levi.

"I know. I know what you're worried about... Me too." She sipped the Coke again.
I nodded and felt sorry for us, us three. Troye doesn't know how much this hurts his family. How he never talks about his problems. He just drowns them. In the big sea of sadness and misery.

"So... What do you wanna do tomorrow? Any plans?"
She looked at me with an questioning eyebrow as I asked that question.

"Hey, we really need to cheer up. I mean, look at us! Let's have some fun." I tried to smile but she just looked at her Coke.

"I want to be with the four of us."
I bit my lip.
Troye was going to come home piss-drunk, angry and hangover tomorrow. There was no fun in that, for sure.

I tried to change my toughts.
"What about we call it tonight?" She nodded and we hugged, went into our own rooms.

I fell asleep quiet and looking at the pictures on our nightstand.

'You know what?? I can't stand to look at you anymore!! You fucking ugly piece of shit!!!'

After a few hours of very unrestful sleep I head the loud slam from the outdoor.

"COME HERE YOU FUC-CKER, I AM FUSTRATED OF THIS FUCKING FAMILY..!!!" I heard the opening bedroom door and pretended to be asleep.
This is hell.
This isn't Troye.
This is a... A ... Horrible person that comes out when he drinks.

I pray to every may existing power upstrairs that may be, for him to just lay down and sleep.
I hear a loud sigh and a hand smelling of alcohol running down my jawline and my neck several times.

"I-I'm so sorry Con...." He tought I couldn't hear him. I stayed still, my eyes shut.

"I just... I just... Sorry... I'm just a mistake....."

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OKAY hey y'all! I decided to continue this story Mistakes. So if you didn't catch on, read MISTAKES first. Really. It's gonna help. 😊 so, I hope you enjoy this later happening story that leads from the other Mistakes story. It's by me also lol.

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