Broken Boy // Tronnor

5~

When Troye left, Connor immediately broke down crying. He really should've known better. He was only going to get hurt when he found out that Troye didn't like him.

He couldn't be anymore right.

He was sobbing rather loudly, and so he covered his mouth with his hands.

He was now glad he didn't kiss him when he wanted to, didn't grab his hand earlier... He was glad he never acted out and made it obvious that he liked him. He would've pushed him away for sure.

Nicola walks past his room to get to her own, but hears crying coming from behind Connor's door.

"Connor?" She knocks a bit, but nothing changes. No sound other than whimpers and sobs.

She eventually turned the door handle and pushed the door open gently, seeing her brother crying on his bed.

Immediately, she walked over and sat next to him, and he hugged her tightly.

"Con, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" She gently hugged back, rubbing up and down his back.

"I knew it... He... He d-doesn't like me b-back... He likes Tyler Oakley." He had no clue he had been lied to and that Troye really liked him. No clue at all.

"Oh, Connor, I'm sorry... That must hurt, I'm really sorry." She didn't know what else to say at all.

"I was so stupid, to fall so in love with my best friend. Who does that? Of course he isn't going to like me back." Connor sniffled a bit. "I shouldn't have gotten my hopes so high up, because I was let down to a huge disappointment, and I fucking knew it, Nicola!"

"Shh, it'll be okay... It'll be okay..." She cared about her brother. Like, a lot. She never wanted to see him hurt or sad. She always wanted him to smile.

"It won't be okay. I can't move on. I'm too attached to his big, bright blue eyes, his curly brown hair, his fucking accent... God, that accent. It has me swooning every time. Some other guy gets that all to himself though, and I don't. I just get that in the friendly way." The thought only made him break down so much more. It was like his eyes were a sink, and someone had turned the faucet on and never turned it off. "I want him as more than that. I don't want him as just my best friend. No, I love him too much."

Nicola has experienced things like this before, but not exactly like this. She remembers it clear as day. Connor was there to make her feel better, though. They have a really strong bond.

"Trust me, I do understand. It'll get easier though, even if you see a lot of him as your best friend. You'll get over him eventually, I'm sure of it."

But would he really?

*Meanwhile at the Mellet household...*

As soon as Troye walked into the door, he was shoved into a corner, his bag falling from his shoulders. He immediately knew what was happening, and was terrified in seconds.

"No, no, please... Not today... Not today..." He whispered, whimpering a bit as well as his eyes began to well with tears fast.

He could immediately smell the alcohol on him, and tears spilled down his cheeks. When his dad drank, the beatings were so much worse than usual. They hurt. A lot.

"Dad, please, no..."

"Shut your fucking mouth," he said, slapping him across the face, making Troye whimper in pain and place his hand where he was slapped. A red handprint was already forming.

Troye knew better than to say anything when this happened, or it could get so much worse. So much worse.

"You're a disgusting pig, Troye Sivan Mellet. I thought I raised you to be a man, not a fag. You need a girlfriend, not a boyfriend, what the fuck." He then punched his arm pretty hard, and Troye whimpered again. "I'm disgusted and embarrassed to even call you my son."

Then Shaun kicked his thigh, and Troye whimpered a little louder, tears now streaming from his eyes. He curled up into a ball - the fetal position - in the corner, taking his beatings. He was getting used to this. Too used to it. He didn't object anymore.

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Afterwards, there were multiple bruises turning purple, concealed by his clothing though. He also had a huge red mark on his cheek now.

"Tyde... Sage... Someone..." He said in pain, groaning as well when his dad walked out of the room, still drunk as fuck. "Help..."

His lower lip quivered a bit when nobody came at first. Did nobody care?

And then he heard footsteps.

"Wha- Troye!" It was Tyde. "Was this...?"

Troye nodded, more tears falling down his cheeks. "Yes, yes it was fucking dad." It hurt to move at first. He was sore. Really sore. "C-Call the cops. Or hand me the phone. Please, Tyde. I need him put away. I can't handle this anymore."

Tyde nodded, immediately rushing to the phone. He was so grateful for siblings right now.

He laid on the ground, not moving and not daring to. Not yet.

"Tyde, h...hand me my phone. P-Please. It's... It should be... In my bag. The front pouch," Troye said to his younger brother when he returned from being on the phone with the police. Tyde nodded and grabbed his phone, handing it to Troye.

He helped Troye sit up, and Troye groaned and whimpered a bit as he did so, because it hurt. Everything just hurt so fucking bad right now. He immediately dialed Connor's number, before taking in a shaky breath.

"Come on, come on... Answer..." He bit his lip, waiting for the other end to connect.

Finally, a few seconds later, it did.

"Hello?" Connor's voice... Troye recognized that from the few times it happened. He was crying.

"Connor," he said, before continuing with, "I need you."