a/n: i wrote this while listening to the aristocats soundtrack and i shit you not stopped writing this to get up and slut drop to the ground like i was troye or something (help me)
Troye's pov
"Please talk to me." I plead, chasing Jacob into our flat.
He swallows back the obvious lump in his throat and blinks away his tears, pacing to the washroom and locking the door closed behind himself. Hot on his heels, I nearly get my fingers shut in the door. I step back and sink down a bit. Listening carefully, I hear him lean against the door and slip down against it, sniffling alone on the floor. My heart flutters, an almost devastating frown etched to my face. I sink down against the door and pull my legs up to my chest, blinking away my terribly pathetic tears.
We step up to Angelina's front door, I hold Jacob's shaking hand with a bright smile. I can't wait to meet this supposed sister of Jacob's and hear all of his dirty laundry.
Dad stands behind us, watching over like a hawk.
Jacob finally moves into action, hesitantly bringing his free hand to the door and knocking gently.
"Who is it?" The muffled voice of a man is heard. Jacob almost flinches at the voice, stepping back, pulling me closer to him.
"We should go, Shaun-" He starts just as the door swings open.
"Look at what we have here. Pisshead decides to come home." A stern, rough looking man with messy hair chuckles. His almost fury filled eyes bore into Jacob's as if Jacob were an abomination. That alone makes my bright smile drop, stepping barely a centimetre forward, a small (quite pathetic) gesture to show that Jacob is mine.
"Who are you? Where's Angelina?" I question bitterly, squeezing onto Jacob's hand just a bit tighter.
The man's eyes break away from Jacob's to give me an unamused look. As if to say 'psh, kid, give it a break'.
Jacob sighs, pushing me back a step and into Dad's arms, which wrap around me protectively in seconds.
"This is Jody, the biggest douche you'll ever meet in your life." Jacob says darkly with a splash of cheekiness mixed in his words. I both gulp and catch my breath in my throat at the same time, unaware that was even possible until now.
"Second biggest, coming after you." Jody corrects, "Now what do you want? Why did you bring these blokes to my flat?"
"I want my shit, Jody. Where is my sister?" Jacob mutters, almost shocking me a tad. He never has this bad of a mouth around me. Dad though, doesn't seem fazed a bit, holding me to his chest. Maybe part of him knows I'm contemplating springing free and spitting in Jody's face.
He would deserve it, he's very, very mean. I don't like it, I don't like it at all.
"Get what's left of your shit and leave. Ange is on the sofa." Jody grumbles, stepping away from the door and walking away.
Jacob steps in, seeming unfazed, with a determined look masked over his face. Dad and I follow cautiously, standing awkwardly in the living room to give Jacob some space. As I turn my head to the right where the sofa is to see Angelina, my eyes widen and I stumble backwards into Dad.
"Wha- H- Dad... She's-"
I point over at the unconscious girl with some plastic thing tied to her arm.
Dad sighs and turns me away, "Go help Jacob, I'm gonna try and wake her."
In the midst of shock and sudden unbearable sadness, I manage to nod an okay and stumble down the hall. I trudge into what I'd assume to be Jacob's room and walk in to see the boy bent over shoving clothes in a bag.
