Gasoline ➳ troyler a.u

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Previously on Gasoline...

"HEY, you faggot" he slammed me against a wall and punched me square in the gut. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I managed to choke out, with his hands strangling my neck. Big mistake, seeing as that made him even madder.

He pulled me towards him just to throw me down to the floor. He started kicking me, repeatedly. "Who the fuck are you cursing at man? What the fuck were you saying in art today? Huh? That you like dick? What is wrong with you? You're a fucking mistake, you fucking know that? YOU DON'T DARE EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU LITTLE SHIT, I KNOW HOW TO FIX FUCKING FAGGOTS LIKE YOU AND TRUST ME, I WILL DESTROY YOU." He said in between kicks. The pain was excruciating and it was burning like hell. He yanked me by the wrist so forcefully that I heard it crack, just to push me into a wall AGAIN and punched me over and over. Once he was finally done, he yanked me by my sweater and said "you better not fucking tell anyone about this, or I swear to god, I will fucking end you." And then he pushed me to the wall once more where I hit my head and fell to the floor. I didn't even realize the tears streaming down my face until my shaky hands wiped them away. Every bone in my body was aching.

I remember somebody walking out of a stall, and then everything became pitch black.

Just as I was about to fall into a deep sleep, I came to the realization that I didn't drive or walk myself home. If I didn't, then who did?

And thus, I was wide awake.

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Warning-- this chapter has mention of self harm, so if you don't like that, skip ahead.

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Troye's POV

I waited out in the halls for Connor to get out of the bathroom so we could go, but when he came back, he looked very frantic. No pun intended.

"Hey Troye, I'm really really sorry but I can't drive you today" he rambled through, very fast. "Woah Con, slow down, what happened?" I attempted to calm him down with my hands gripping his shoulders. He was breathing really fast, like his pulse, which was beating so loud, you could hear it from the end of this vacant hallway.

"N-nothing Troye, I just r-really don't think I'm in a safe state to drive t-t-that's all" he stuttered out. I was becoming really worried of Connor. I remember him telling me about his anxiety when he was younger but that's about it. "Connor, if anything, I can drive you?"

"No Troye it's okay really, it's okay, b-besides I have to go somewhere anyway, I-i'm sorry" his voice cracked and it really hurt to see him in this way. I didn't want to press further on the situation so I said okay and let him go about his business. My suspicions were never more important than the wellbeing of my friend, and I hope he's okay.

I trudged home, in the rain to an empty house, fortunately. Wait a minute, I had detention, meaning I came an hour late. Tyde and Sage would've been home, unless they all went somewhere without me. I wouldn't be surprised if they did.

I decided to take a shower seeing as I was soaked from the rain. The water stung all of my scars, but it was okay.

I got out eventually, and did my homework. I then got a text from Connor.