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Used to see you high and now you're only low, all your lights are red but I'm green to go.

Troye sivan ft Alex hope blue.
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Warning: lots of mentions of rape so sorry.

Third person.
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Life is funny sometimes you
think that everything is going so well then suddenly everything turns around completely. You can be laughing then in a split second crying or vise versa, life is never secure anything you will change it you never actually know what's wrong or right with life. It isn't some quiz you studied for all night long. And that's what troye found himself thinking.

It all started very weirdly, troye was walking around town and everything was okay. Tyler and Zoe were there with him just catching up. Troye felt fine there was nothing wrong. As the day progressed he felt like he was being watched every step he made was being monitored. Thinking he was just being paranoid because he's dumb he let go of it. Laughing at jokes tyler made and winking at cute guys Zoe pointed out hell he even texted connor a couple flirty messages so how did it all go so bad. How could things just change so drastically?

Troye didn't bring his car and since they were only blocks away from his home ty and Zoe drove off and left troye to walk home. It's not even like it was dark out because in LA it gets dark out late so he shouldn't have to worry about that. Was he dressed appropriate? He'd think yes he was. Jeans and a jumper borrowed from connor he was covered and not at all provocative so why?

He took twist and turns that's what happened he ended up in the bad parts of town lost and alone. There was no signal and his phone fucking only on 6 percent just fucking dandy thought troye. His phone decides to die when he needed it the most. With no where to look and not at all knowing where he was he tried to ask for help. Maybe that's why it happened. It was starting to get dark out now and troye was terrified, everywhere he looked there were drug deals being made and while troye lived through all that it's different noe for some reason, he thought.

He hated this feeling. The constant reminder that anybody could take you and just do whatever they please. Feeling so fucking vulnerable and low. Troye was a guy they don't exactly think like that though I'm sure girls feel that way every time they're alone. Society makes it out that only girls can get rapped because guys "can stop it" but can they really? It's not thay easy when you have your hands tied behind your back and a gag in your mouth, blindfolded eyes? No one would be able to escape something like that unless you're the incredible hulk. Which troye definitely was not.

He took a turn that led to a dead-end street. There were no lights no sign of even human life antwhere. He must've been at an abandoned street where traps are done and people are killed. He ran, ran so fast that the broken street lights and worn down houses were a blur, his feet ached, but he didn't stop not until he was out of there. Troye was too slow though because he heard a car, and people getting out. Manly voices heard; one specifically that sounded familiar yet so distant he didn't understand where he'd heard it before. He didn't even have time to scream as they took him and held him at gunpoint. The gun was hurting his head, as the man spoke the gun was pressed harder into his head. They slowly walked him to an alley. At that moment troye knew what was going to happen and he prayed, prayed to God that something would stop this anything he didn't want it.

As they blindfolded, gagged, and tied him he lost all hope. If there was a God why didn't he help why would he let something like this happen to troye. He was a good person never did anything truly bad. Fuck it if he was gay God should've still helped him but he didnt. And troye never wanted to hear anything about God ever again not a single word about hoe good he was. He let troye get rapped.

Nothing stopped the men from rapping him, there was no holy spirit nothing. Troye felt everything it was like all his senses heightened. The pain felt worse than anything he's ever felt. There were so many men he hadn't seen that many before. He felt them all. One time he felt 3 go in at once. They also beat him. There were slaps, Kicks, punches, and names being called out. Troye never felt so humiliated in his life. Even after all of it finished troye could still feel their hands on him, and he fucking hated it and himself at the moment. The words yelled were running through his mind. SLUT, BITCH, WHORE, and many more he didn't even want to remember yet they were so clear in his mind. They'd never leave it was imprinted in his mind, just like the bruises that littered his skin. The pale skin now tainted with dark purple and blue marks everywhere. How could people take pleasure out of doing this what gave them the right to pick someone out and use them for sex something that was so easy to get now and days. It didn't make sense in troyes mind. Only those sickos knew why they did it

"Told you I'd see you again baby doll"
That was one thing that really stuck out to troye it was like a broken record, just repeating over and over again. Then troye knew that he was being watched and he 100 percent knew who it was. Yet why? He had never done anything to guy fuck he just wanted to get home. Troye hated himself so much then it was all his fault. Surely he'd missed work and everybody was blowing up his phone but what could he do now? Nothing. Nothing at all.

What troye didn't know was that connor had planned for him to get a privet dance tonight from him. So he got there and waited. He saw tyler walk by and decided to call him over. They talked and tyler told connor about how troye had left them almost 7 hours ago to get home. It was 3 am so Surely troye would be home already. So can nor headed over there to see if troye was home and just wasn't feeling well. The drive was short but felt like years to connor who was so worried about the younger boy who had caught the intrest of him. Walking to the girl a the lobby of troyes complex he asked the girl if she'd seen Connor walk by. Her name was Andrea and she kept asking what he had said because connor was speaking very fast. Finally connor snapped and basically yelled if she'd fucking seen troye walk by here. Her startled face made Connor calm down a bit he felt bad for yelling. She shook her head no and now he was truly panicking. Where could he be?

He ran out of there and hopped in his car picking up his phone and dialing tyler they spoke both so scared at the fact that someone who was dear to both their hearts was missing. Maybe they were being a little over the top with it but connor felt deep in his guy thay something was wrong. That his troye wasn't okay. And boy was he correct on that one.

Tyler rushed to tyler and josh 's office screaming thay nobody could find troye and they needed to do something. So they all got in their cars and separated tyler didn't even know where to look, where to begin LA was so big and troye was just one person out of the millions who live here. So he just rushed past the streets seeing if he could spot a certain blue eyed curly haired giant.

Connor proper looked everywhere he thought there were no more places to look. When he was just about to give up and call the police he was at a rundown street it looked bad and scary. He heard sobs coming violent and pain filled so like any normal person would do he went to look at whatever it was. And the sight connor found was something so heartbreaking and horrible.

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A/N
Sorry this is so sudden and sad I'm not in the best of moods lately and I kind of had this planned since the book began and i thought why not hit them with a surprise sad part.

If you liked any part of this it would make this sad crybaby cry tears of a crybaby if you would vote comment and follow. That doesn't even make sense but neither does my life lolz.

I love you lots.💙

Sorry if anything here about God offended anybody I'm very Christian myself fully believe in God, read the bible, go to church, pray and all that jazz. My best friend and I both wrote this together and she added her input about God.  So yeah sorry.






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