Finally Found

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Troye

My feet followed behind each other as I walked through the small children's park. Darkness covered the sky and added to the mood of despair and loneliness. I fell in love with abandoned areas and empty streets. That type of cherished solitary has kept the little ounce of happiness I have left. Most would run from situations that gave lonesome feelings, but I guess I craved it.

I remember when I was younger my parents would tell me to stay clear of places like that, because the chance of someone dangerous taking you. I guess that doesn't matter to me anymore considering it happened to me in my own home. No where anyone goes is safe.

It was too dark for even the crackheads to be out, so I was left with the peaceful sound of the crickets chirping and distant car horns being used.

I thought about the coffee shop and all the time spent with him afterwards. I reminded myself how stupid it was to have called him that nickname. I wouldn't be where I was now, and he'd still be safe–But of course that's not what happened. I fucked up. I put Tyler's life in danger because I selfishly craved his presence.

I craved his smile and the witch cackle laugh that made an immediate grin show on my face. I craved his voice that spoke the sweetest words but also the most inappropriate ones. I craved his arms around me that made me feel safer than anyone else's could make me feel.

It's weird to think that seven years ago at age 15, I was falling asleep every night thinking of him- looking forward to the next day when I got to see his eyes crinkle under his glasses and my heart beating a million miles fast. It's weird because fast-forward all through the years and I still thought about him every night-Every second I wasn't with him. He gave me hope I didn't even know I had, because somehow I knew I'd see him again. And how could I pass up on the chance to have him hold me like I so desperately needed.

Is it so wrong of me to not regret it?

After a couple more hours of explaining and a very begging Tyler asking me not to return to Nick, I left him with a sick feeling in my stomach. Of course I had to make an agreement of at least calling every day, but it's not like I was opposed to the idea.

What scared me the most was the anger that appeared in Tylers eyes when I told him about my disappearance. Not because I was afraid of Tyler. I was terrified he would do something stupid along the lines of approaching Nick. Because Nick had a type and believe me when I say Ty is the spitting image of it. Exact replica. and I wasn't afraid Nick was gonna kill him, I knew he wouldn't, but I also knew that Tyler is what he's been looking for.

  Ty was stunning to say the least. Everything about him was attractive. His eyes were crystal blue, sometimes with green in certain lighting, that shined when he talked about things that he loved. His lips look so soft and they are the prettiest shade of light pink. And his hair was always perfect. It stood tall in a quiff, except when he was about to sleep. Then it was flat, falling down on his forehead. He usually hated when people touched it but he let me run my hands through it, gently massaging his scalp.

Nick would ruin him and I promised myself I couldn't let that happen.

My phone rang in my pocket and I shuffled quickly, breathing a sigh of relief when it was only Connor.

"Hey Connor."  I spoke, finally pushing myself off the bench I claimed.

"Troye." Connor whispered, speaking with caution. " Troye you need to get back now."

" Why it's your night?"

I heard shuffling and a door slam. " He wants you. I apparently disobeyed. Just get here quick. He's already mad."

Well I'm in for it.

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It took me about 45 minutes to get back and I knew that when I walked in, he was going to be pissed.

The living room was empty and I couldn't help but get a little worried considering it never was, except when he was the most mad.

I remembered when one of the older boys,that used to be his favorite, wasn't home on his day, Nick killed the boys dad as a strike one. It wasn't unordinary for Nick to kill people, but in this case he made the boy watch. The boy whose name was Marcus, was so traumatized that he killed himself and Nick was livid. He punished anyone he could get his hands on. That's why now when Nick is very mad, Everyone scatters like cats when they hear a loud noise.

Since Marcus killed himself, nobody has had the courage to do it. Just four days later the rest of Marcus's family burned in a fire. Spoiler alert, Nick admitted to doing it. It just wasn't a chance that anyone wanted to take it if it meant at the cost of their family.

I walked down the corredor and knocked softly on his door and prayed to God that may or may not hate me, that nobody other than me got hurt from this.

"Come in." His horse voice was loud enough that in an animated movie, the house would shake. In real life, it was just my body shaking.

In the room, Connor stood meeting my eyes with the most cautious look on his face telling me that this was worse than I expected.

"Troye?" Nick asked, looking out his window.

" Yes Sir..."

He turned around then with a soft smile. This usually turns out pretty bad when that happens. " Where were you?"

I was about to answer when he spoke again. "More importantly why weren't you here."

My mouth fell open slightly but I shut it not wanting to show fear. " I just thought that because my night was yesterday-"

"Your night" he emphasized, staring at me questionably. "You do not have assigned nights Troye. Your job is to be here every night. You know that."

I nodded not wanting to argue.

"I thought you would be more respectful after the trip I gave you."

Nick came from behind his desk and walked close to me so we were only just barely separated.

" I expected more from my favorite toy." His fingers met my cheek gently, just tracing the perimeter of my jaw line before pushing my chin up. " Don't disobey me like that again. Okay Angel?"

I nodded once again and finally let my shoulders relax, but that was probably a bad idea considering his fist met with my mouth and he hit me hard enough that I fell to the ground and silently watched the blood drip on the carpet.

" Get up!" He shouted and I listened pulling myself up. " Go to the room. You have quite the night ahead of you."