anonymous - tracob

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a loud knock awoke troye from his sleep. wondering through the dark apartment, he attempts to navigate the front door. running into a few things on his way, he finally made it over to the front door, with tired eyes he glances through the peephole, his eyes widening when he saw the person standing on the other side.

stepping back from the door, troye trips over a shoe, falling backwards. his fall was loud, he cursed himself for being such a messy person. the person on the other side of the door didn't stop knocking, now that he knew troye was inside his pounding grew louder and more rapid.

"sivan i know you're in there!" the voice yells. troye prayed one of his nosy neighbors would come to his rescue. but of course tonight they didn't. "i want my money. if not leaving till you hand it over." he pounds harder on the door, the hinges rattling from the force of the man's fist.

troye scrambled up, running to his room, nearly tripping over the empty pizza boxes in the process–that littered his floor. fear was an understatement to this situation, what he was feeling was something more than fear as the man pounded on his door cursing his middle name. troye was terrified this man would kill him at any second with his bare hands, he had threatened he would if he didn't get his money and here troye was cowering away from him, no money in sight nor in his pocket to give the man.

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troye: i'm scared

troye: there's a man at the door

troye: he wants his money

troye: he's gonna hurt me

jacob: troye calm down do you want me to call you?

troye: no! please don't do that.

troye: the money's gone

troye: he's going to hurt me

jacob: calm down

jacob: call the cops troye

troye: he's in the house i can't

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troye shuts off his phone, not daring to come out from his corner. he knew the man was inside and if troye made any movement the man would know his whereabouts.

"where's my money, sivan? i thought we had a deal?" his voice was echoing from every room in his apartment. troye felt his body shiver hearing the man's cold voice. "evan won't be happy tsk tsk." he says making a sound with lips. troye could feel his heart in his throat, beating obnoxiously fast. troye feared that the man could hear his rapid heartbeat.

you shouldn't have spent the money, you idiot. he chided. troye knew he'd come for his money sooner or later, he just hoped the consequences didn't turn out like they are right now.

"where is my money!" the voice angrily yells the sound of something shattering in the process followed. more shattering sounds filled troye's ears. troye could tell the man was growing frustrated with him. "this is your last warning, sivan. you don't my have money by the wedding i'll be sure to  cut you off for good." the man's voice sent chills down his spine, making his bones ache with fear.

as the man's foot steps left his apartment and he heard the door slam shut he left out a long breath of relief. the man had frightened troye, he knew if he came out of his hiding spot the man would've done something more.

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troye: the deal is off evan

evan: someone scared? ;))

troye: no it's just off

evan: the deal is off when i say it is

evan: if you want me to tell sage more i could

troye: you're a sick man.

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first off what the fuck??  and second who was the man?

comment what you think the deal was. (doesn't involve sex)

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