Crossbreed - Tronnor AU

Chapter Twelve

C O N N O R

Turns out Troye's been searched by the police. His old and stupid mom's boyfriend told the police he stole the car and ran away with, I quote, "stupid and lonely teenagers who are trying to have fun and have nothing to do with his problems". If his drunk dumbass mouth would've stayed shut, Troye wouldn't be on the floor hyperventilating.

"Troye, it's going to be okay, your step dad is just dumb and looking for trouble." Kayla was sitting in front of Troye, holding his hands and looking into his eyes. The poor boy was helpless, he hasn't showered for days and hasn't left the room. Everyone is looking for us since his step father decided to give a prize for anyone who found us. Stupid fucking prick I could rip his entire intestines off and-

"He's not my step dad, and it won't be okay. Do you have any idea how many people are looking for us? We are lucky we gave the motel staff some extra cash to keep their mouths shut. We are so fucked." he grabbed his hair and placed his head between his knees. He looked so cute and scared I wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay, that it was just his stupid step father, or whatever he is, trying to scare him off.

We were having such a great time at the beach, he looked so free and careless, the sun shining on his skin and making his eyes sparkle with happiness. I'd do anything to have that Troye back.

Maybe it was all just a terrible nightmare, but then again, I kinda deserve having nightmares. I didn't know exactly what I did but it was something. What if I called someone? Asked for help or something, clearly Troye didn't deserve to go through this. I know, I know, I have it worse, but Troye is still young and beautiful, I'd give away my freedom for him.

I left the small and cold room we were staying in and walked towards the roof. The hotel had just three floors, so the roof wasn't too tall, but it was tall enough to see the city. I enjoyed being there, it was pretty and it felt nice to be alone for a change.

"I heard you've got some problems." The familiar British voice said somewhere. I didn't even turn around to answer him, he didn't deserve all of this attention.
"I'm totally fine, nothing we can't handle." I heard footsteps coming closer and when I did turn around I was faced with dark fringes and pale skins.
"We can help you, you know." Phil stepped closer to me and held a caring smile, different from Dan, who had nothing but a blank expression.
"In exchange of what?" I knew them well enough to know they don't do the dirty stuff without having something back, and, normally, it wasn't anything good.

It was Dan's turn to smile. His eyes held an evil glint and his hands were behind his back.
"Oh, nothing too big," I've heard that too many times to know that in fact it is something big. "you just have to tell him about you." I told you.

Should I tell him? Well, they said they would do something about our condition right now, but at what price, I said I was going to give away my freedom for him but I couldn't make him scared of me. Maybe I could, and then he and Kayla would run away together and have beautiful children, and leave me behind.

"How do I tell him?" I decided to do it. It may make him mad at me or even terrified, but it would all be worth it.
"We could do it for you." Dan's evil smile was still there, and I knew something bad was coming
"How exactly are you going to do it?" My voice was shaking and my heart was beating extremely fast on my chest. I could feel his power radiating through his skin. Phil held his shoulder and whispered something in his ear, Dan nodded and Phil just looked down at his feet, stepping back in defeat.
"I'm calling Troye upstairs, and then it's a surprise." I began to question this plan, was it really worth it? Would I give away the affection I had towards Troye to make him happy?
"If I do this, Troye won't have any problems again, right?" Dan nodded slightly and I help my breath while agreeing: "Then do it."

The moment these words left my mouth I felt an excruciating pain on my back. I screamed loud enough so Troye could hear it from the little room. I looked at Dan and he still had his evil smile on his face. The roof door suddenly opened and Troye appeared, looking at me with worried eyes.
"Connor? What's happening?" he began to run towards me but was stopped by Dan and Phil, who just made him sit on the floor and stay there.
'I'm sorry' I mouthed and he got more confused than before. I really was sorry.

The pain in my back returned and I screamed once again. I knew what they were doing, they were exposing me, their eyes were challenging and that was enough to make me lose control. I controlled it for so many years and just a little glance from them made me completely defeated.

"Please, stop." Troye begged, tears rolling down his eyes, matching mine. I've never cried, I've never felt emotions, but at that time all I felt was pain, not physical pain, emotional.

The pain got even worse. I screamed louder than before and my knees gave up. I fell on them and gripped my legs, giving myself marks. I looked at Troye and he was still struggling, until he looked at me and stopped. His tears stopped, his struggles. He gave up, and I knew why.

I felt my wings ripping my back and breaking free. Long white wings, the whitest of them all, the most powerful wings from heaven were now ripping me apart.
"Stop Dan, please." I begged, trying to stop the pain I felt. Troye wasn't speaking anything, he just sat there with his mouth hang open and furrowed brows.

It stopped. The pain in my back stopped and I fell on the floor. Everything was hurting, my back, my knees, my chest. I just laid there, helpless.
"Connor..." I heard the most painful sound I could hear at that moment, the sound of Troye's heartbreaking voice. The worst part? I couldn't do anything about it, so I just blacked out.

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I woke up at the exact same spot I was left in. It was now dark, probably around 2am and I felt nothing but cold. My wings weren't there anymore, neither was Troye, Dan or Phil. I slowly sat up and looked around. The ground beneath me was cracked. I was shivering from the cold. I held my arms and placed my head between my knees, crying. Troye left me, didn't he? I couldn't really blame him, I would leave too. He left with Kayla, but it was all fine now, he wasn't being chased by the police, nor his father was looking for him.

I got up and left the roof, going down the stairs towards our room. I walked in and Troye was standing there, packing his bags. Kayla was nowhere to be seen. He turned around and saw me, his face blank. His hair was everywhere, probably from running his hands through it.
"Troye.." I started speaking but he quickly cut me off.
"Don't... Just don't, please." He ran his fingers through his hair again and finished packing his bag. I reached out to him but he quickly stiffened. "Don't touch me, please." I looked at my feet and sat down on the couch, giving Troye some space. He closed his bag and left the room, leaving nothing behind. I felt a hot tear rolling down my cheeks and I brushed it off, like it wasn't my emotions who were trying to escape, I just held it in, because that's what I always did, I held it in.

I never cry, I'm a strong person. I'm not weak and never will be, I don't feel. I don't feel sad or worried, nor happy or stressed, I'm nothing but a machine, a really fucked up one.

But this time, I was heartbroken.

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sad

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