The first week of holiday was proving to maybe be the worst week of Troye's life. His family had been tip toeing around him, and he was afraid that they could be piecing together what may be going on with Troye. They didn't though, only Sage had the slightest clue as to what may be going on in Troye's head. She though didn't tell. Troye also had given himself new cuts, not just his legs but now also desperate enough to litter his arms with them too. But the worst was Connor had ignored Troye that whole week.
It was now late afternoon and Troye's worries were too strong to handle, so he decided to go to Connor's home.
He went downstairs, ignoring everyone in the living room, and put his shoes on and opened the door to leave to not say another word, but Laurelle went on to ask and stop him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Where are you going Tok, it's nearly dark out," he shrugged off her hand and looked directly into her eyes however turned and proceeded to walk out the door, slamming it behind him. Laurelle stood shocked, this was a part of Troye she had never seen before, she had no clue what was going on with him. Troye had never had such a personality to ignore or hurt his parents. Shaun had watched the scene and went over to hug his wife as he saw tears welling up in her eyes, looking to the door her own son had just slammed in her face.
"Who is he? That is not my son? Have we lost him again?" Laurelle whispered into her husband's chest, Shaun held her closer; Tyde and Sage watched the scene unfold as well in the living room, silent, also in disbelief.
"He is probably going through a phase honey, he is a teenager Laurelle."
"This is no phase, something else is going on," she fell out of Shaun's embrace as she went up to their bedroom, not to come out for the rest of the night, leaving Shaun at the door, looking into his two children's wide eyes.
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Troye had got to Connor's house, standing before taking deep, yet nervous breaths. He went round the back only to feel his heart skip a beat at the now covered window. It was nearly dark but Troye was not going anywhere till he knew Connor was alright.
He knocked on the covered window.
"Connor? Are you there?"
Connor shot up from his bed taken aback by Troye's voice. He stood in his room determined to not make a sound, he can't let Troye tear apart from his family even if he had to hurt Troye a bit to make him realise how much more important family is to friends.
"Connor please," Troye's voice slightly cracking. He still heard no one so he decided to call Connor's phone. To soon hear his ringtone.
Connor raced to his phone, but let it ring to voice mail, to let Troye believe he wasn't there. But what Connor didn't think about was Troye thought he may be really hurt, unconscious, maybe no pulse.
Troye couldn't breathe when heard the now familiar voice mail come to his ears. He panicked; he had to do what he had to do to see if Connor was fine.
Connor heard Troye's footsteps leave from the window. He took a sigh of relief that the boy now left him as he sat down on the edge of his bed. If only he knew what storm he had now started.
Troye left the window, only thing on his mind being that Connor was not okay. He went somewhere he never thought in a million years he would go to, Connor's front door. He walked up the short set of steps and knocked on the door, at first no one answered, he then knocked louder. He held his breath as he was greeted by a thin, tired, and scary looking woman. Troye understood that must be Connor's aunt. He felt furious, she was the one to have hurt Connor, he wanted to scream profanities right there and then but understood she was violent so he kept himself in check and used the best manners he knew to get into that house.
