Gasoline ➳ troyler a.u

seis

-Warning-

This will have a very long review of the last chapter. It took up more than 1,000 words so if you read the past chapters, free to skip ahead to the actual chapter, if you haven't read the previous chapters, you can read this one, but it's strongly advised you read the previous ones beforehand because my little 'opening reviews' contain dialogue however it doesn't specify who says the dialogue, so unless you want to be veryyyy confused, I suggest you read the other chapters. Enjoy!

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.

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"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"

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Connor

Hey, I'm really sorry for today, I was just acting a bit weird, but I'm good now

Me

It's okay, I'm just really worried for you, are you okay, is everything taken care of?¿

Connor

Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me, if anything I should be worrying about you, is everything okay?

I was confused for a second, before I knew exactly what he was talking about.

-Flashback-

I stormed into my house, drenched from the rain. There was no way to tell that I have been crying except for my bloodshot eyes. No one was home, which worked well in my favor. I ran to my room and got my blade. I was shaking uncontrollably so that didn't really help. Tears kept rolling down my cheeks as I started to cut. I made smaller lines, which started to become bigger lines. In a while, I felt like I was going to pass out. Blood was starting to drip and I started to feel really dizzy.