Crossbreed - Tronnor AU

Chapter Three

A/N: Trigger warning? Kinda? Idk.

Connor's POV

- We meet again. - He sounded tired and was his face was completely shattered. His eyes were puffy red and I could see traces of tears forming on his cheeks. Right below his left eye he had a scratch, most likely from the glass I heard someone throwing at him.
- I guess. - I wasn't in the mood of talking with him, I mean he was interesting and all but I wanted to be alone, as always.

- Mind if I sit down? - 'Actually I do ' I thought to myself, but didn't actually say it, I didn't want to look like some annoying kid who's living on the streets. I just nodded my head and he sat next to me. He hugged his knees on his chest and looked up at the sky.
- Stars are so weird, they're always there, following us, watching every single step we make, every decision. Isn't that a little creepy? - I'm sorry /what/. Is this kid on drugs? He had a point tho, that was very creepy.
- Actually stars are not following us, they're just really far away so it looks like - He put a finger on my mouth, cutting me off.
- I'm trying to be poetic here. - He smiled at me, his fingers still on my mouth. I chuckled a bit, looking at him right in the eye. The big blue orbs that were staring at me. He had beautiful eyes, for an annoying guy who wouldn't leave me alone.
- Well, you're not doing a great job - He put a hand on his chest and looked at me, disgust written on his face.
- Excuse me, it was beautiful, you just don't appreciate good poetry. - I threw my head back, laughing at his attempt of making poetry. When I stopped laughing I looked at him. He was staring at me with a grin on his face.

- What are you doing out here, in the middle of the night? - He suddenly spoke up, breaking the tension between us.
- My family kicked me out. - I said without thinking. Why was I telling him that? I barely knew him.
- Why? - He asked and when I looked at him, he looked concerned, something I've never seen before.
- Sexuality stuff. - Connor, stop, now. You can't just go around telling your problems to people you've never seen before.
- Oh. - He looked down. - I'm sorry. - He sounded quite sad. Why was he sad? I was the one who got kicked out, not him.
- I'm okay though. - He looked up at me and then to my backpack.
- Are you sure you don't need anything, I could take some stuff from my house like blankets or -
- I'm fine. - I cut him off and he looked intimidated. Why was I having this kind of impact on him? I needed to be alone for a while, rest my head and think about stuff.

I scratched my arm and felt the scars on it. Before I came out I was having hard times with my family. They were really homophobic, always talking shit about my gay friends and how they can't live life in the right way. I felt guilty for a long time, like I was betraying them, my only escape was to cut. I stopped for a while, but now they kicked me out sometimes I have this need to feel the blade across my skin again.

- Connor? - I suddenly felt hands on my shoulder, brushing me off my thoughts. - You zoned out a bit. - I looked at where the voice was coming and Troye was there. Right, I was sitting here with him.
- Sorry, did you say anything?
- I'm going back inside. If you need anything knock on my window, it's that one right there. - I looked over where he was pointing and I saw a closed window with grey curtains.
- Okay. - He stood up and went inside. This guy made me feel something in my chest. I couldn't figure it out what it was, I've never felt it. I called it "fear". Since I'm always scared I thought that maybe he made me more scared. I needed to get out of here, I can't start feeling afraid again. But first I need to rest. I lay down on the ground, resting my head on my backpack. I felt my eyes getting heavy and everything was suddenly black.

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I woke up to screaming. Again. I looked up and saw that it was coming from the house. Troye's house. I got up and placed my head on the wall, trying to listen better.

- Mom what the fuck?! - I heard Troye's voice. He sounded so angry it scared me - You need to stop bringing random guys inside for fuck's sake.
- Listen here, he's not a 'random guy', his name is Jack. We've been dating for a while and our relationship it's none of your business. - His mom screamed back at him.
- So you're the fag. - I heard a man's voice, probably Jack's
- Don't you fucking use that word with me.
- What are you going to do? Call your boyfriend? - I heard a loud slap. I needed to help Troye, get him out of there. I did the first thing that came into mind.

I ran towards the door and knocked as loud as I could. I heard it opening.
- What? - His mom stood right in front of me, a cigarette on her hand and behind her, a muscular guy with lots of tattoos.

- I need to speak with Troye. - I looked at her right in the eye. She called him and I could see him walking towards me, a bruise on his eye and tears growing into his eyes. He walked out of the house and closed the door.

- Connor I'm-
- Don't Troye. Hey, it's okay - I wrapped my arms around him. Even though we've only known each other for one day, I felt the need to comfort him. I guess I'm that kind of person.
- I'm sorry you had to hear that. - His head was resting on my shoulder and I could see he was still in pain.
- Don't worry. Come on, we have to take care of your face. - His right eye was bruised and he had a red mark on his cheek. His mom didn't give a single fuck about him and I couldn't be more sad about it. Well, I guess that makes two of us.

I decided to take him to the supermarket, there was water there and maybe some bandages.
- You shouldn't be doing this Connor. - We entered the bathroom, my hands were on his hips, helping him walk.
- It's not like I have anything better to do. - I turned on the water and grabbed some paper to clean his face. He winced in pain when I touched his bruised face, his eyes were shut he was holding my arm.

He opened his eyes. They weren't shining like they always were, they were blank and almost dead. I couldn't see the spark I saw when I met him, and that made me sad. I hugged him a bit more.
- I'm not gay, you know. - He pulled back from the hug - I don't know why he was calling me those names. I'm sorry about him, he's a jerk. - I gave him a reassuring smile and grabbed some more paper.

When he was all cleaned up, well, kind of, we went into the actual store to buy bandages. After we chose them he took some money out of his pocket and payed them.
- Do you have like, um, money? To pay for things and stuff - He looked down as if he was embarrassed to ask me that.
- Kind of, not really. I have no idea how my life is going to be from now on. - I didn't realize I was smiling until my face became more serious. All the memories with my family, my brothers, everything was gone because of a stupid sexuality.

I wish I was just a normal teen with normal teen problems, but no, I am a teen living on the fucking streets, and starving. My stomach made a weird noise and Troye looked at me.
- I'm starving. - Troye laughed at the noise and grabbed my hand, then scratching his head like nothing happened.

- I need to put these bandages on, then we can go eat something, okay? - I looked over and saw something. A shelf full of razors. The voice in my head was pushing me towards it, and before I knew it I was right in front of them. I took one of them and gave it to the cashier, along with the money. He gave me my bag and my body felt more relaxed, almost as if he gave me the key to happiness.

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A/N
HEY GUYS
Did this take too long idk.
I also don't know what this chapter was. So confusing. Sorry.
Also sorry for any mistakes.

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Also I'm thinking of starting to put songs that match the chapter right in the beginning. How does that sound.
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