Broken Boy // Tronnor

2~

What Troye saw next made him so thankful and glad that he came home.

"You're such a little bitch. You raised a gay pig," Shaun said, kicking Troye's mother, Laurelle, once in the back. She groaned in pain. Troye could practically just hear the tears of pain.

"Dad, what the fuck? Stop!" He said, running over to Shaun as he shoves him away from Laurelle. "You're a maniac! A literal maniac! You should be jailed, because this is abuse," he shouts, shaking his head.

"T-Troye," Laurelle said shakily. When she sat up, her nose was bleeding a bit, her lower lip was red, and bruises were scattered over her arms and legs. It made Troye want to cry at the sight of it.

"Mom," he said, his voice nearly a whisper. "Please let me call the police. Please, he needs to go to prison."

Laurelle hesitated, before shaking her head. "No, Troye... No.... Not yet." Troye sighs. Why was his mom so reluctant to send him there??

"But why, mum? He's been abusing me for almost five years now, and now you? Oh hell no. I don't think so. Why do you let him do it?" He asked, before turning back to glare at the scumbag that is his father.

"I..." She said, trailing off. She sighed. "Don't know. I just- it's hard, seeing the man you once loved turning into... this... and then you send him to jail."

Troye got up, walking over to Shaun. "If you ever - and I mean ever - lay another hand on me, mum, or any of my siblings again, you will regret it," he threatened.

Shaun laughed. "Really? What are you going to do about it?"

"Send your ass to prison, that's what I'm going to do about it." He's not quite sure where the sudden boost of confidence to stand up to his dad came from, but he liked it.

Shaun just rolled his eyes and walked off, muttering, "You're all pathetic."

Fuck off, because I wouldn't be speaking if I were you, he thought to himself, but did not speak the harsh words aloud. He walked back over to his mum. "Mum, are you okay? Do you need ice?"

"I- yeah. I'm okay, a bit sore, but I need ice, yes," she said, letting out a tiny, quiet groan of pain as she shifts in her spot. It pained Troye to see his mum in this condition. His dad wouldn't have been like this if he hadn't come out to him... He was partially blaming himself for this.

Troye pushed his thoughts aside, shoving them to the back of his mind. But it was like someone who wouldn't stop pestering, bugging, and bullying you no matter how hard you tried to stop - it kept coming back. He got up, going to get her some ice.

When he had a bag filled with a few cubes of ice, he ties it up, before walking back to hand it to his mum. "I'm sorry," he whispered out. "This is all my fault..."

"Troye, don't blame yourself, honey. It's not your fault," she said as she took the ice pack, placing it to her lip first.

"But it is... I came out to a homophobic man. What was I thinking? I expected the worst, and I got the worst. It's never the best, is it?" He sighs, sitting next to her. "If I didn't tell him, everything would've been fine..."

"But if you hadn't, nothing would've been fine anyways. You wouldn't be able to be yourself near him, because he'd always thing you were straight and expect you to get a girlfriend, rather than a boyfriend," Laurelle points out, which makes Troye sigh again. He shrugs a little.

He knows she's right, but at the same time, she's partially wrong. He isn't himself around him anyways, because he's always getting hurt near him and stuff, and it's all because he likes boys instead of girls. That was absolutely so fucked up, in his opinion.

He couldn't take much more of this. "Sorry, mum, I'm going out for a bit again. Let Tyde or Steele or Sage know if you need help," he said softly. He felt bad leaving his mum like that, but he needed to get away.

Heading towards the door, he dialed Connor's number. It rang a few times, the phone connecting as he stepped outside.

"Hello?" A voice answered, and he recognized it as Connor's.

"Connor..." He said quietly, voice breaking a bit. "Can I come over? I need to get away from my house and family for a while..."

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you if I can come over. Just please, Con," he said, on the verge of tears. He had tried to stay strong in front of his mom and the douchebag of a dad he had, but now he couldn't hold his shield up any longer.

"Alright, come over. The door's unlocked," he says, before hanging up. Troye quickly makes his way over to Connor's house, still trying to choke back the tears.

After about 5 minutes, he's at Connor's house. He doesn't bother to knock as he simply walks into the house, heading up to Connor's room. As he suspected, he was there on his laptop.

"Troye," he said, closing his laptop. He set it aside, swinging his legs over the bed to get up to walk over to his friend.

Troye's lip quivered a bit and he looked down. "Oh, god, it was so terrible," he said, his voice a whisper. "I'm so fucking beyond done." A tear slid down his cheek.

Connor wrapped his arms around the slightly-shorter boy, holding him close to his body. "Hey, it's okay," he whispers. "Everything will be okay."

Troye has broken down into full tears by then. He shakes his head. "N-No it w-won't..." He manages to get out, hugging Connor tightly.

"What happened, Troye?" He managed to navigate them to the bed, sitting down with Troye next to him, still hugging. 

Troye took a deep breath in.

"Okay, so, you know how my dad's been abusing me and all? Well now he's going and fucking abusing my mum," he said, more tears just pricking at his eyes. "He's blaming her, saying that she's a little bitch because she raised me to be gay... God I just want this nightmare to end," he said, burying his face into his shoulder, hugging him tightly.

Connor was heartbroken. Heartbroken because of seeing Troye this sad and broken down, because of his stupid ass father, because he's living in a real-life nightmare...

"Troye, I'm so sorry... I wish you didn't have to go through that. I wish your dad wasn't so homophobic. You're too sweet, and I've never met them, but I'll bet your siblings and mom are just as lovely," he said, which made Troye nod, cracking the faintest of smiles. But Connor didn't see that, as his face was buried in his shoulder.

Troye sniffles a tiny bit. "I just want him to go to prison..." He lifts his head from out of his shoulder, simply resting it on Connor's shoulder now. "Mum won't let it happen..."

"Why? He needs to go before it gets worse." Connor wished that Troye had an accepting father. The sweet boy didn't deserve to go through all of this.

"I know. I tried explaining it to her, but she won't budge." The tears were rolling down his cheeks, beginning to dampen the boy's shirt a little. "I'm just so done, I can't do this anymore."

Connor hugged him just slightly tighter. "Shhh, Troye. You can get through this, I know you can. You're strong."

Troye took in a quiet, shaky breath before asking, "Can I stay here for the night? I don't want to go back home."

"I'm sure it won't be an issue with my parents, so of course."

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Whoops, sorry for not updating this in agesssssssss! But hi, I'm back, finally updating this one, woo! Feels good to be back 😂