Trigger Warning.

Physical Abuse - I Need A Hero

*TRIGGER WARNING*

*LONG AS FUCK ONE SHOT WARNING*

*Troye's POV*

It shouldn't have come down to this.

Having to choose everyday if I tell someone or I hide the bruises.

It was always the latter.

But this time it was different.

I decided to change my daily routine.

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I pull up outside of Tyler's apartment complex and park my car.

I contemplate for several minutes.

Do I want to tell him?

Will it be too much for him? For me?

I sigh and get out of the car, swinging the key ring around my finger as I walk into his apartment complex.

I breathe heavily as I stand outside of his door.

Will he think I'm looking for pity?

Will he care?

I sigh and knock on the door, staring down at my hands as I wait.

"Troye boy! Hey cutie!" Tyler's voice makes me smile brightly and I look up at him.

"Hey babe."

"Come in." He steps out of the way and I walk in as he shuts the door behind me. I sit on the couch and he asks if I want something to drink.

"Uh, no thanks. I-I just came here to talk for a second." He sits down next to me and looks at me with his face on his fist.

"What's up?"

"If I tell you these things... you can't say anything to anyone. Please?"

"Of course not." He holds out his pinky finger and I smile as I intertwine it with mine.

"Thanks. Uh... this isn't easy for me to talk about. I haven't ever told anyone about it." I look down at the hands in my lap.

"It's okay. You can take your time." A knock sounds at the door and I look over to it. "I'll get it. You gather your thoughts." I nod and smile slightly.

"Is Troye here?" His voice. The one that's haunted me every day.

My own boyfriend.

"Yeah he's here why?" Josh angrily pushes past Tyler and locks eyes of anger with me.

"We're gonna go home, babe." He says through clenched teeth.

"Do you want me to leave you two alone?"

I say no at the same time Josh says yes.

"Josh, why are you here?"

"I was trying to find you. I have to speak to you, please."

"You can do it here." I can tell he's already getting pissed.

"Now, Troye." He grabs my wrist harshly and I yank it away.

"Don't touch me." He scoffs.

"Who do you even think you're talking to?"

"Josh I think you should g-" Tyler cuts in.

"You can shut the fuck up." I stand up.

"No, Josh, you can. I'm sick of the way you treat me. You act like I'm just a chew toy. I've been dealing with this for way too long and you are not gonna treat my best friend like this either. I don't want to see you anymore. You make me feel completely worthless. Have you ever realized that?" He chuckles.