blue | a collection of tronnor oneshots

the brink of insanity

trigger warning: abuse

"Troye?" Connor asks softly and said boy looks up from the corner he's sitting in, listening to the voices through the wall.

He places a single finger over his mouth then gestures for him to sit. Connor copies his position and sits next to him with his knees to his chest.

"I'm leaving!"

"Fine!"

"Do you think she'll actually leave-?"

"Shh!" Troye says again and with a huff leans his ear back against the wall. They stay like that, quiet and practically on top of each other for a good 20 minutes until Laurelle's voice can be heard clearly.

"We can't keep this up Shaun. Not anymore."

"And what do we tell Troye hm? He's six Laurelle! And Tyde? He's a baby."

"You're right. I'm sorry okay? Let's just get through this. Let's get through this for the kids."

Connor wrinkles his nose at that. He's not quite sure what Troyes mommy is on about but he gets the feeling its nothing good. Suddenly Troye stands, walking himself to his bedroom down the hall. He sits on his bed sadly and Connor sits next to him.

"What's wrong Troye?" Connor asks and Troye wipes his nose.

"I think they don't love each other anymore. And I think it's because of me."

Connor doesn't know what to say so he grabs Troyes hand and lets the boy rest his head on his shoulder.

-

"Fuck off Shaun! I'm sick of your shit!" A bottle can be heard crashing against the walls of the living room. Troye flinches from where he's sitting on his bed, now 16, his dull eyes starring ahead at the old fashioned TV.

"Says you! All you do is complain like a little bitch." Shaun spits back and Troye can imagine Tyde hiding in his closet like it's full of long lost Christmas presents. Only this time, Troye doesn't leave to comfort him.

Instead, he stares at the blank TV and memorizes the words being said. He engraves them into his mind for future use because as far as he knows that's how he's supposed to treat his future wife, right?

"Why don't you just leave? You're worthless! You're scum!" Troye stands from his bed and with a menacing glare yells to his TV.

"You're scum!"

"You have no meaning!"

"You have no meaning!"

"I never loved you!"

"I-I never loved you!"

"I wish you were dead!" Troye can feel his body go weak as he looks to his hands.

"I wish you were dead....I wish you were dead, I wish you were dead-" And he repeats the phrase over and over in his head until the sound of their voices stop, cold air surrounding his body.

He knows their next destination and Troye subconsciously pulls his sleeves lower to cover the bruises.

The cold breeze grows stronger and just as his door knob turns Troyes hand is being grabbed and pulled through his bedroom window. Once out he ducks, coming face to face with Connor, his only friend.

"I heard the screaming, thought you could use a knight in shining armor." He says with a grin and Troye attempts to return it before placing a quick kiss on his lips. Connor pulls away.