MISTAKES 2 (Tronnor fanfic)

#2 Away

CONNORS POV

After he came home he had almost right away drifted into sleep, smelling of alcohol and cigarettes and filthy bars. I couldn't live with this. I can not let this happen.

Maybe I have to leave Troye.

I shook that tought away quickly, as that was just the first
Option?
tought that came into my mind. I won't leave him. Not after all this.

I rolled in the bed, as Troye had fallen asleep with a loud thump on the floor, now snoring loudly.

I laid in the middle of the bed, smelling the soft smell on Troyes pillow. The smell he had worn every day since we first met.

Troye kneeled. I jumped off the chair and gasped, hands covering my miuth as happy tears flowed down my cheeks.
"Connor Joel Franta, will you marry me?" He had asked. He looked stunning. So stunning. Amazingly beautiful.
"YES!! Yes I will, yes yes yes!!" I had ran into his protective arms that caressed me to sleep every night and those lips that crashed against mine, like fire and water, creating something new, even more magical...

Now those arms are those who'd shown me the finger as he jumped to the taxi that one night, that left me crying on my own. Those lips who would mutted curses and hold the mouth of an beer bottle many times in a week.
Those eyes that were so joyful and happy, are just glassed and flushed with anger.

I started tearing up as I curled into a ball with all the blankets and others. I hugged Troyes pillow, sobbing into it as my tears didn't stop. They never did.

I couldn't sleep, so I carefully walked out of the room and shut (and locked the door) so that
I could leave him there, not have to listen to his snoring?
Levi couldn't see him.
I walked down the carpeted stairs that we used to walk together all day when we needed something.

I opened the fridge to find myself something to eat, a 2AM snack, per say. I grabbed an croissant and leaned on the counters, in complete darkness eccept the moonlight and millions of stars.

I saw the table full of food and panic raised over me.
"N-no, Troye... I c-can't!" I stuttered as he gently pulled me to the table.
"Conny, we need to do this together, okay?"

I shuddered. I looked down at my wrists. The cuts were still a bit able to see, if you look really close. My glance wandered from my wrist to my finger, where the ring was. That almost 3000$ ring that he had bought me. All the dates and cuddles and kisses we had.
All the happy memories.
Slowly fading with sadness and misery.

'You fucking dick! I am not even drunk, you are, Connor!!! Fuck you!! Fuck you and your children!!! They aren't even mine!!!!!!'
'Just, please... Leave me alone....'

I shuddered again. Soon I had eaten the last bite of my food and searched a comfy spot with my eyes. In the dark, I made an huge effort just to not stumble to anything and make it to the barely visible couch. A few feet of the couch I could see someone sitting on it. Something really small.

I gasped...
Levi. How much did he see? Is he crying?

"P-please don't hurt me d-daddy..." I head him sobbing. I huess he tought I was Troye. And I guess.... Why did he say that?

"Sweetie, it's okay, it's okay. I'm here. Conny is here. Are you okay?" I sat on the couch beside him and soon felt a pair of small hands grab my shirt and soon it was soaked with tears. My heart broke.
This poor child had one good parrent. And one, well, shit-drunk alcoholic that barely spends time with him.

I hugger Levi tight and sushed him to relax. He kept crying a bit more until looking at me with his red, puffy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I'm-I'm scared, dad." He whispered, still not letting me go. And I wasn't going to go.
"I... I know. But don't be." It was a small silence as I kissed his forehead quickly and caressed his soft hair.

"Do you wanna go to grandmas sister tomorrow? To my auntie? Would it be good?" I smiled at him as he sat there in his Batman pajama.

Levi hesitated for a minute.
"Can we go now? Please, pretty-please? I'm really scared, daddy." He looked at me with hope in his puffy eyes. I looked at the wall clock;
3:12 AM already.

"O-okay." He smiled.
"I'll put a text to grandma and wake Petra up. Go pack a few clothes and some toys, yeah?" He smiled and nodded running upstairs, careful not to wake the monster up...
I felt horrible.
Horrible for saying that.
Horrible for leaving him here.
Horrible for all this.
All the drama.

I tip-toed between Tro and the bed to get a few clothes.
My camera was downstairs with my phone and money and all the other stuff. I dragged on my sweatpants and kept my white tee. Then I went to Petras room and woke her up, telling all the news.

"But then we can't go to school?" She smirked.
"No you can't. But I think that doesn't bother you, does it?" I Laughed a bit.
She laughed too, and got up. She was wearing sweatpants and a top, a big, messy bun on her head. She just got a jacket and packed her makeup, clothes, and other things.

We were going to leave him now.
At least, for a while.