Sweater Weather

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Okay the cover was made by my lovely friend Desiree (THANKS ILY) and it looks amazing :) also im sorry my writing style is very simple xD trigger warning also. (mentions of abuse.)

Footsteps. Thats all he could hear as they came closer, and he didn't dare look up. Scars, bruises and dried blood littered his arms, legs, face, honestly everywhere his abuser was capable of reaching. He kept low to the ground, though, hoping that the person who now was stading in front of him wasn't that man, coming to take Troye back.

He flinched when that someone touched his arm, almost in a comforting way of course. "Hey.." Troye shook in fear, eyes watering."d-dont touch me!" he cried out, voice higher then normal. "Unfurl your legs baby boy." the voice soothed again, and Troye let his legs fall to the stone with a soft bump. His once baby blue knee-high skirt was torn, colored grey and Brown from the cold and dirt, (and the added time he hasn't changed.)

His shirt was also a wreck, the once silk long sleeves were torn, covered in blood. The pale pink color was only a faded brown, dirty and musty. Knots and tangles littered the poor boys hair; curls now only wavy locks that rested heavily against his dirt covered forehead. His long lashes fluttered against his tear streaked cheeks, bright blue eyes not so bright anymore.

Troye licked his lips in an attempt to moisten them, but all he got was his lip splitting open once more. He could taste the blood; tangy to his tastebuds. He slowly rolled his head back to look at the boy-- known as Connor from his nametag-- and blinked a few times. "What do you want?" he squeaked out, throat scratchy and dry. "To help." Connor's eyes held a look of disbelief at the cuts along Troye's angelic face, his lips turning down into a frown, perfect, green eyes searching for any emotion other than fear. He found none.

He looked at his watch, then back to Troye. His eyes were again, closed. Connor stood up and reached for The boys hands, and he made no.attempt to move away from connor. The other sighed and let his body go limp against his, head draping onto his shoulder.

Connor picked Troye up bridal style, being careful when he whined. He brought the boy to His car, setting him down gently whilst climbing into the drivers side.

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Troye was sat on someones counter, legs dangling simply from where he was. Connor pressed swabs and cotton covered in a type of substance that was pushed against all of his wounds, which also caused Troye to yelp and whimper everytime he did so.

By the time Connor was done attending to Troye, bathed him, and dressed him up and the softest clothing he could find, Troye was tucked under the blankets. His hair was still a bit damp, hair pushed back and off of his forehead. Bandages and gauze was littered everywhere along his body, but he only felt tired at that point.
Connor had slid into the bed with him, arms wrapped gently around the others shoulders whilst Troye buried his head into his chest. "Thank you.." he yawned out, quickly falling asleep.