Broken Boy // Tronnor

1~

*Flashback*

"Dad... I'm gay," he whispered quietly, a bit nervous. His dad had been homophobic all his life, Troye knew that. But his dad had a right to know no matter what happens.

"You're what? Troye, no, I raised you better than that," he said, shaking his head as he sat up on the bed. Troye had begun to get increasingly more nervous over the silent few seconds that passed, filled with tension.

"Dad, I'm still me. Nothing's changed except for my sexuality..." He said, sitting up next to his father.

"No, Troye. Everything's changed about you. I love you, but..." Shaun began, but Troye cut him off, standing up.

"No, okay? No, you don't really love me. If you really loved me, you'd cut your homophobic shit and accept me!" He shouted, instantly regretting it. His face seemed to soften, and his eyes widened, beginning to pool with tears. "I'm sorry," he whispered nearly silently.

"Oh, no. You do not speak to me that way, I am your father, Troye Sivan Mellet! Now you knock it off right now. You are not gay!" He shouted, and Troye's cheeks were now littered with tiny tears.

"You're wrong! You're so wrong! God, I can't believe mom even married you, you homophobe. Look at you, you're so scared of the LGBT+ community that you can't even accept your son! And yes, I am gay, dad. Live with it or leave," Troye snapped, turning to walk away. But then he felt a pain in his wrist as his dad gripped it tightly.

"What the hell did you just say to me??" Shaun growled, still gripping Troye's wrist with a tight hold.

"Dad, I'm - ow! - sorry! Please stop, you're hurting me!" He said, his body shaking a little with fear as more tears slid down his cheeks. "Mom, Tyde, someone. Help, dad's-!" He shouted, before Shaun clamped a strong hand over his mouth to shut him up.

"Shaun, stop!" Laurelle yelled at her husband. He glared as her, before throwing a harsh look at his teary-eyed crying son, before releasing him. Troye then ran off. When he got to his room, his wrist was red where his dad had gripped so hard, and he was sure it's bruise.

He sobbed for hours

*End of flashback*

Connor snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face a few times. "Earth to Troye? Come on, Troye," he said jokingly as he did so, beginning to wave his hand in front of his face.

Troye snapped out of his flashback, tears threatening to fall. He blinked a bit. "Oh, er, sorry. I was just thinking."

Connor nodded. He didn't want to ask what he had been thinking about, because it was Troye's mind, and if he wanted to tell him he would've. He had teared up though, so it made Connor pretty worried. "Are you sad?"

Troye shook his head, although that was such a lie. "No, I'm fine. Just remembering something, that's all." He shifted in his chair a little bit, sipping on the coffee he had gotten, as they were currently at Starbucks.

Whenever Troye said that "he's fine," Connor always knew that he really wasn't fine, and that he was lying. Really, he was broken inside. So, very broken. He could tell.

Troye was trying really hard to push the thought from his mind so he wouldn't cry. But he had to - he couldn't prevent the tears anymore.

"I've gotta go. I'll text you later," he said to Connor, starting to get up.

"Troye, wait," he said, grabbing his wrist. The exact same wrist that his father had grabbed years back.

Troye's breath hitched quietly. He knew Connor wasn't out to hurt him - he was his best friend. But it reminded him too much of when his dad did that. "What?" He asked quietly, gently pulling his hand back to himself.

"Why do you need to go?" He asked, moving slightly closer. "What's really wrong?"

Troye sighed, looking down. "Can we go back to your house? I can tell you there, because I can't tell you here," he said, and Connor nodded.

"Alright, let's go."

~~~

Troye was sat on Connor's bed, reciting the entire story. And by the end, he was crying at the horrible memory.

"Oh, God. Troye, I'm so sorry," he said, wrapping his arms around his friend to comfort him.

Troye shook his head, sniffling. "Don't be, I'll be okay." But the truth was, he wouldn't be okay. His father treated him like trash every single night, and then he always ended up with new bruises every single night. It hurt like hell, sure, but he was getting used to it. That was sad to say. There was rarely a day that he'd be able to escape it. Those days were only when his dad went out with his friends or something, which was hardly ever. None of Troye's siblings were ever there when he did it, and his mom worked late hours.

"It doesn't sound like it to me," Connor muttered quietly. "I'm here if you ever need me, okay? Whether it be 3 a.m. or 10 a.m. Absolutely whenever. I'll be there," he says, which makes Troye give a smile - a broken one, at that - and hugs him back tightly.

"You're the best best friend I've ever had," he said, and that wasn't a lie. Connor cracked a smile, not letting go of him yet. "I'm glad you've stuck around. You're the only friend that's ever done this." That made him so unbelievably happy.

"I'm glad I've stuck around too, Troye. You're a great person." And honestly, I think you're pretty cute, he thinks to himself, but doesn't voice the words.

Troye had to break away from the hug when his phone vibrated in his pocket, indicating he had gotten a text message. He dug his phone out of his pocket, glancing down at the screen. Just an app notification. He set his phone down.

They hung out for a few hours longer before Troye had to go home.

And this time, going home was not as much of a mistake as he thought it would be.

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Hi! This was the first chapter of Broken Boy and I hope you enjoyed it! I'll be updating this somewhat regularly, or when I get the chance to, at least.

Until next chapter :)

~bluetroyee

Also, why do you think that Troye going home wasn't as much of a mistake as he thought?? ;)