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Nine

Troye's pov:

Leaving Connor hurt, but seeing him cry hurt even worse. I didn't meant to hurt him but I should've never got to close to him. Then I met Zack and it made it harder for me to leave. It made me wish I could have something with him and it hurts me because I can't. He deserves better than me.

I get home and wipe the tears off my face. My eyes are probably bloodshot but thankfully Sawyer wou don't be there yet. It barely six and he usually left the club at around nine.

Unfortunately today was different.

"Where have you been?" I freeze and chills run down my spine upon hearing is cold voice. My heart is pounding in my chest but I manage to muster up the courage to face him.

He's sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, facing me with his arms crossed. His expression is unreadable but I've know him long enough to recognize that hidden anger in his eyes.

"I went out for a walk," I say which isn't a complete lie. He chuckles bitterly and stands up. I brace myself for what's to come.

"Oh yeah? And who were you with?"

"No one. It was just me. Who would I be with?" I ask, lying through my teeth. Sawyer shakes his head and walks towards me until I'm backed up against the door.

"Oh I don't know, maybe that guy that always goes to see you on the weekends," he says and I gulp. How did he know about Connor?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't you dare act stupid with me! I know about your little friend!" He shouts, slamming his hand on the door near my head.

"How?" I ask, feeling tears brim in my eyes. This is what I was scared of.

"I make a list of the people that see you, and the same name kept showing up until I got one of my guys to investigate. He was paying good money so I didn't think twice about it, I knew you wouldn't be that stupid to get involved with him. Or so I thought. Then today Tyler calls and tells me he saw you out with some guy and it all made sense," he says looking at me angrily. He brings up one of his hands and it goes to my neck, slowly tightening every so often.

"I thought I made it clear you were mine," he says leaning in closer to my face, his dark blue eyes boring into mine. Tears prick my eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, his hand tightening around my throat making it harder for me to breathe. He smirks sinisterly and licks his bottom lip.

"You will be, when one of my guys pays Connor a visit," he chuckles darkly. My heart drops and the tears fall.

"Don't you f.ucking dare hurt him!" I yell, kicking and thrashing angrily in his hold. My hits don't phase him, only make him more mad and he slaps me on the cheek. It's not the first time he's hit me but I don't think I'd ever get used to him hitting me. It always hurts. I can already feel the bruise starting to form. His hand on my throat drops and we just stand there in silence. I touch my cheek, the skin hit under my hand. Sawyer steps closer to me and I flinch. He sighs and wraps me in a hug. I freeze but the tears start to fall again. "I hate you," I say into his chest. He rubs my back, his arms tightening around me.

"I know."

"Let me go, please, I don't wanna be here anymore," I sob, my body feeling weak in his hold and all I want more than anything is for Connor to be the one holding me, telling me it's all going to be okay even if we both know it isn't. I just want Connor.

"But I love you," he says and I shake my head crying harder.

"Then let me go! Please Sawyer," I beg and he unwraps his arms from around me and pushes me against the door. His angry demeanor back as if it never left.

"Why? So you can go back to him? What does he have that I don't?" He asks gripping my face tightly in his hand forcing me to look at him. "Huh? Has he f.ucked you? Is that it? 'Cause I can f.uck you better," Sawyer says pulling me in for a kiss and trapping my body with his against the door. His hands roam my body and I try to push him away.

"Stop!" I shout at him, clawing at his arms with my blunt nails and trying to knee him where ever I can. He slaps me again and pushes me on the ground and straddles my hips.

"If you wanna go out and be a s.lut behind my back then I'll treat you like a f.ucking s.lut!" He says and kisses me on the mouth again before trailing his lips down my neck, his hands moving under my shirt.

"Please stop," I beg but he's not listening and starts to unbutton my jeans. That when I really panic and kick him in the balls. He groans and I push him off, quickly getting to my feet and open the door. He curses, cupping his groin and stands up on wobbly legs. I run outside and out of the building, racing down the street. Behind me Sawyer curses out my name, but he doesn't chase after me. Either way I don't stop running. My legs ache and my lungs burn. But I know that when I reach my destination, it'll all be worth it.

Why did I ever think leaving Connor was a good idea?

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A/N: Do you hate me, or love me?

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