he laid in the shower, the steaming hot water running down his porcelain skin. his skin felt dirty but the longer he sat underneath the steaming hot water he still could feel his hands grazing his skin and touching his body in ways a father wasn't supposed to. the tears mixed with the sound of the water, blocking out the gasp of air trying to fill his aching lungs. his body was numb and turning red from the heat of the water, but troye didn't care.
he tried to wash away the fingers that roamed his body and the way they made him feel, but the longer he sat underneath the water the harder it got to make the memories go away. he couldn't get the memories out of his head or the fingertips that roamed his body so carelessly.
two days later
troye had blacked out in class from the lack of food he was receiving. everyone was worried about him now, the school keeping a close eye on the boy since the incident. but not close enough.
siting at lunch troye pushes his food around not daring to pick up anything. he simply got a salad refusing to eat it because he was afraid of gaining the slightest bit of weight.
a voice startles him making him look up, "are you gonna eat just that?" the voice of jacob bixenman fills his ears.
jacob bixenman was on the football team–he actually was the captain and had a cheerleader girlfriend. jacob was your definition of popular, and he never spoke to people like troye. it surprised troye he was talking to him for the first time in three years.
"yes," troye simply says.
"no you're not. i've watched you throw your lunch away and act like you ate it. news flash i'm not blind," he says, his voice wasn't bitter nor was it filled with concern it was almost as if they were having a regular conversation.
"you are blind," troye bitterly says.
jacob smirks down at him, "then take a bite of it, i fucking dare you," he challenges, his eyes not leaving troye as he watched him debate in his head rather it was a good idea or not.
troye gulps looking at his plate and counting up the calories in his head.
don't do it. he turned around in his chair standing up and walking away. he couldn't do it, as much as his stomach begged him he couldn't do it.
jacob won.
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thin - tracob
Fanfiction"it hurts." troye cries holding onto jacob for dear life, the pain in his body so great dying felt worth it. jacob kisses his forehead, salty tears falling down his face. "i know it hurts." !tracob! | triggering content |
