black and blue - matt espinosa/taylor caniff boyxboy

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A BOYXBOY STORY. ITS ABOUT TAYLOR CANIFF AND MATTHEW ESPINOSA. IT INVOLVES ABUSE SO IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT. BUT IF YOU DO LIKE IT I love you❤️

I opened the front door and slid in unnoticed. I finally got to go to San Francisco tomorrow morning. I silently prayed my dad wouldn't be home. I gently shut the the door and tiptoed across the room to the stairs. "I'm laughing because you thought you were sneaky." I heard a deep voice say behind me. I swore under my breath.

"Dad." I turned to face him, my bandana slightly falling off.

"Taylor." He grunted. I swallowed thickly, the aroma of alcohol filled the room.

"Can I please just sleep?" I asked, hopeful.

"Not without-" He cut himself off with a swift punch to my face, knocking me down.

"Great." he mumbled, now the boys were gonna notice.

"What was that?" His father asked, "Afraid your faggy friends will find out?"

"Don't call them that!" I yelled, as I was tossed across the room.

"Don't tell me what to do boy!" He yelled as my back hit the shelf. I stood up with severe back pains. "Get out of my sight faggot." I dashed up the stairs, shutting my door, but not too hard. I sunk down biting down tears. Now the boys were going to question why I had bruises all over me. I crawled over to my bed, and again cried myself to sleep.

💥💥💥💥💥💥💥next morning

I awoke to my alarm blaring. I quickly turned it off and climbed out of bed. I had to catch the plane in twenty minutes, I quickly took a shower and got ready. I looked in the mirror, there was a black bruise on my jaw. Great. Five minutes and I was leaving. "Bye." I yelled as I was almost to the door.

"Where are you going?" He came over to me with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"California." I said, quietly.

"I hope your plane crashes."He said.

"Dad!" I screamed. He turned around and gripped my throat.

"Don't call me that." He snapped, avoiding my eyes. He punched me, giving me a black eye. Fucking great. "Don't come back." He pushed me out the door, slamming it hard. Tears welled up in my eyes as I through my bag in my car, and drive out of the driveway towards the airport.

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I walked out of the building seeing the limo, I took a deep breath. This is a new city, and I get to see my best friends and my crush. I smiled. I was finally away from my father. "Taylor!" The driver yelled, I ran over and climbed in. The boys were all there.

"Tay!" Matt leaped over Nash and Cameron jumping on me.

"Matt!" I laughed, as he sat in my lap.

"I missed you." He smiled, his smile kills me I swear.

"I missed you too." I smiled back as I put my hand around him.

"What-" He cut off himself as the light hit my face showing my bruises. "Oh my God." He ran his fingers over the bruises.

"Just a little misunderstanding." I smiled reassuringly. Just in case you were lost, they don't know about my dad.

"Little?!" He commented, his voice raising.

"Leave it alone okay?" I said, looking him in the eyes.

"We aren't done talking about this." Matt said, laying his head on my shoulder. I sighed, looping my arm around his waist.

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"Okay, guys you have to be up at seven tomorrow morning because Magcon starts at ten." Bart said to the guys.

"Got it. But I am going to be because it's eleven." Nash said and walked off with Cam following.

"Same." I mumbled, and slid past Matt and ran to my room. I shut the door and pulled off my shirt. I looked in the mirror, the bruises on my body looked horrible and there were some gashes on my side from the cabinet.

"Oh my fucking god!" I turned to see Matt standing in the doorway.

"Um it's not what you think." I said as he walked closer to me with tears to me.

"Who did this to you, Tay Tay?" He said as he started crying.

"No one, it's really nothing." I said back. He took his hand and ran it all over my bruises and cuts.

"This isn't nothing." He said, looking up at me.

"It really is, Matt." I answered as goosebumps ran over my body from his touch.

"You are so strong." He said as his hands ran over my face. I winced a bit. "Too strong, you need to let people in."

I bit my lip to prevent crying, "I am fine dealing with it by myself."

"No your not. I need you to tell me what's going on, Taylor. Everytime you come here you have a new bruise but this, this is too much." Matt said.

"You noticed." I looked at him.

"Of course I noticed." Matt answered, he wrapped his arms around my neck. "I need you Taylor."

I started crying, as my strong arms wrapped around his waist. "No you don't."

"Please tell me who did this." He begged.

I started crying, "D-dad." I managed to get out.

Matt hugged me tighter, "Shh, your okay, your okay." He let me cry as I let out violent sobs. I moved my hands slightly as I pulled him closer to me.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled as I pulled back.

"What? Why?" He asked.

"I'm like putting all my problems on you, and it doesn't even matter." I sniffled trying to regain my bad boy rep.

"It does matter, you matter Tay." Matt said, moving his hands to my torso.

"Your just saying that to make me feel better." I said, glancing down at the carpet, ew that's an ugly color.

"No I'm not. Look at me." Matt said, making me look at him. "Your perfect, no matter what anyone says. You mean the world to me." I closed my eyes to prevent crying.

I reopened them and looked at the shorter boy, "You don't mean that."

Before I knew what was going on, his hands were on my back pulling me down and he was kissing me. I didn't even have to think, I pulled my hands up to his face and kissed him back. We pulled away and his eyes met mine, "Do you believe me now?"