Odd Tronnor One Shots

Safe And Sound

In mid 1995, a woman named Laurelle had a son. As this boy grew older, he realised his mother hardly cared for him. Laurelle hit him quite often, resulting in bruises and scars all
over his frail body. She always insulted him, calling him things like 'fag', 'worthless', 'whore', etc. It didn't affect him when he was young, but at about 11 years old, he started realising that this wasn't ordinary, and Laurelle had no right to do things like that.
So he ran away.
At 14 years old, at 6:31am, Troye Sivan Mellet packed his few belongings, such as his iPhone 3, clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste and spare shoes into his duffel bag. He opened his window, cringing at the 'creak' sound it made. Adrenaline pumped through him as he got into position to jump.
"One..two...three!" He jumped off, landing on his butt. Pain shooting up his spine, he screamed. "TROYE?" Laurelle shouted from inside. "SHUT UP!"
He heard her footsteps going up to his room.
"Crap," He mumbled to himself. He got back onto his feet painfully, and ran.
"TROYE MELLET GET BACK HERE!" His mother screamed. He continued to run, his small converse hurting his large feet. The unmistakable sound of car door slamming shut made him run faster.
"FUCK!" He yelled quite loudly, tripping over his own feet. He fell, the rough concrete grazing his delicate skin. A young boy, maybe about 16, turned to him from about 10 meters away.
"Are you alright?" He asked, approaching the hurt brunette.
"Ow.." Tears grew in Troye's eyes. The older boy helped him up.
"Damn..you scraped yourself pretty badly.. Come on, I'll take you inside and clean you up," He offered. But Troye was in too much pain to say anything. Sobs escaped his mouth as he clutched onto the stranger's shoulders. The green eyed boy took him into his home nearby, before Laurelle could spot the two.
"My name's Connor," He told Troye as he carried him bridal style into the bathroom, and sat him down on the closed toilet seat.
"This might sting," Connor warned, before pressing a cotton ball drenched in anti-septic softly on Troye's grazed knees. Blood had already stained his white converse and socks, but he couldn't care less. Troye whimpered, tears still running down his pale face. Troye grabbed Connor's free hand for support while he cleaned up his open wounds. "You're done," Connor said, and he helped Troye onto his feet.
They walked to his room, well in Troye's case, limped.
"I'll be right back," Connor promised, running out of the room after placing Troye onto the bed with his legs propped up.
Troye's eyes gazed outside through the abnormally large window. Fear overcame him when he spotted his mother's blue car driving around the neighbourhood. His fingers trembling, he managed to get the black curtains closed. Connor came back to the room with two ice packs.
"What's wrong?" He asked, kneeling next to Troye.
"I-I-I s-saw my mum," He shuddered.
"What's wrong with..that?" Connor raised an eyebrow as he watched Troye tremble in fear.
"S-she abuses me, so...so..." Troye gulped. Connor took hold of his hand.
"I ran away," Troye blurted out.
"Oh my fucking god," Connor swore. He immediately reached out, and hugged the teary eyed boy. Troye cried, his heart rate speeding up at the thought of being found by his birth giver.
"You'll be alright. May I obtain your name?" Connor formally said. Troye blinked.
"Troye," He muttered eventually.
"Do you go to the high school near here?" Connor questioned, carefully undoing Troye's shoelaces and tugging his converse off. Troye winced as the tight fabric of the right shoe tightly grasped his
throbbing ankle.
"Sorry," Connor mumbled.
"I'm homeschooled," Troye told him. Connor gasped at his swollen ankle.
"Does it hurt?" Connor asked, lightly cradling it in his hands.
"Yes."
Connor placed one ice pack on his ankle, and placed the other on his knee to numb the pain.
"Thank you...Connor," Troye stammered, playing with his
fingers.
"You may stay here as long as you need," Connor offered. Troye hesitated.
"Do you live alone?" Troye bit his lip.
"No, but my parents are on a business trip and I'm an only child," Connor explained. Troye nodded.
"Also.. I'm..a pornstar," Connor's eyes gazed down at his white low cut converse. Troye's eyes widened.
"Oh my gosh," He whispered.
Troye could easily admit that Connor was extremely hot, and had a great body. But he didn't like the thought of living with a pornstar. But Connor was all that he had at the moment.
"It's alright if you wanna leave. I know I'm a slut," Connor's eyes turn sad.
"No, no, it's fine, you do you," Troye shook his head.
"Thank you, Troye," Connor sniffled. To Troye's surprise, Connor reached out and hugged the smaller boy.
Troye felt safe for the first time in his life.