tronnor one shots

run away

Sorry for any mistakes/grammar errors. Too long & too lazy to go over it and fix it all.
Enjoy. (It's long af)

*flashback- a couple days*

"CONNOR" my dad yelled

I closed my laptop and went downstairs.

"Yes, dad?" I replied

As he walked closer my heart raced.
What was he gonna do?

Soon i saw his hand fly towards my face
I knew exactly what he was gonna do.

Beat me.

WACK!

I grabbed a hold of my cheek as it burned in pain.

"You worthless shit!," He spat.
"All you are is worthless and an ugly faggot!"

"God I wish you were dead! Just like you mother" he hissed. Spitting right in my face.

WACK!

Another slap, to the temple this time.
I winced at the pain. Ready to cry.

"Awe what, the little fags crying because I hit him" he laughed.

"Go die! You fucking idiot!"

Where are my siblings you ask? Well they all moved away once they found out that my dad was abusing me & Brandon.

Dustin tried to stay and help but my dad threatened to kill him so of course he left with Nicola, both of them being the legal age to move out on their own.

Brandon was taken away and is now in foster care. For all we know he could be with another family at the moment.

My mom took her own life because she hated being around my father and us, her children.

The only time I get where I'm not being abused by him is when I'm at school. I try to act happy and act like nothing's going on, when really I wanna just scream my lungs out and tell the first person I see.

I just want to tell my best friend how much pain I'm in. I want him to understand what I'm dealing with. I want him to help me in someway.

My dad said if I ever told anyone that he would find me and kill me with his own bare hands.
He hardly ever lets me go to a friends for a night because if my friend's parents find out about him abusing me, well.. Let's just say he'll get mad, take his anger out on me & probably kill me because I told someone.

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"Come here you fag!" My dad screamed from downstairs

I rushed downstairs, if I took too long, guess who gets beat.

I walked into the kitchen.
My dad standing on the other side of the room.
He had a glass cup in his hand.

"Did you tell someone at school what I do to you?!" He raised his voice.
I shook my head, afraid to speak