heaven in hiding 🌷 tracob

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a/n: no offence but i want to change the title to this story agAiN

Jacob's pov

Waking up to urgency, a crisis at your doorstep, a dead body at your feet, a pissed off person on your heel, it's common for me. Well, used to be common. Not since I moved and went into hiding, but I'm experienced with this stuff, I used to live it every day.

You can imagine my sense to protect not only the boy in bed next to me, but myself, as I watch a shadow cast over the window leading to the balcony. I pull the blanket up over Troye and over his face, him waking up instantly and whimpering.

"Stay," I whisper, "You're okay, stay still."

He does as told, not moving a muscle as he stays in his spot on the bed. I swiftly roll off the bed, careful to catch myself falling and dropping to the floor. I stay low as I crawl around the bed and to the window, standing up and pressing my back against the wall.

I look between the window and the knife tucked in a pocket in the curtains. Thinking it through and looking back at the clearly shaking boy on the bed, I take it and turn to the window. I push it up and jump out, quick to push the body against the railing of the balcony and push them over, pressing the knife against their neck.

Being so caught up in my thought of survival and protection, I didn't even take the time to see who the mystery person was. Looking down, seeing a head of pretty brunette hair, I drop the knife off the balcony and back up, pulling her back to her feet.

"Hi, Dad." She murmurs sarcastically, rolling her eyes at me and pushing her hair out of her face.

"Sorry, baby. You okay?" I ask.

"Mhm, since you refuse to answer your phone, I was forced to come down here and make sure you were still alive." She mutters, giving me a dirty look.

"Well, I am. You can go now, missy." I gesture down the stairs.

She pfts, turning to the window and hopping in before I could stop her.

"Cora!"

I jump in behind her to see her staring at the shaking boy.

"Hm?" She hums.

"Tro, you're okay, you can take the blanket off now." I sigh.

He pulls the blanket off slowly, big teary eyes shown as he sits up and looks between us.

"I'm sorry." He impulsively whispers, looking down at his lap.

"You're alright, you didn't do anything wron-"

"I'm Cora, lovely to meet you." Cora interrupts, stepping forward and holding out her hand to Troye.

He flinches and looks up at her, hesitating then realising who she is, perking up a bit and smiling.

"H-hi, I'm Troye." He pipes up, eyes full of tears and admiration.

She shakes his hand and nods, "I know, little birdies talk."

She sits down on the bed next to him, "So, what have we got going on here? Cold? Flu? Mangled corpse in the closet?"

He winces, shaking his head, "N-no."

"Broken bones that were never treated," I step in, pulling the blanket down further and gesturing to his body.

She hums, looking to him for approval, "May I?"

He nods, "Mhm."

She picks up his arm and feels around, making him gasp out in pain a few times, "So, I'm not equipped or experienced enough to diagnose anything, but I'd say it's likely that yes you have fractured or broken bones, torn muscles, and lots of bad stuff going on there. Does it hurt to use your arms? You know, picking things up or getting up and down?"

He shrugs, "Doesn't feel great but i-it isn't as bad as it used to be."

"Bad enough to want or need pain reliever?" She questions.

"I-I've never had any before, I don't know." Troye admits, shocking the both of us.

"Oh, um, okay. Would you like to try-" She starts.

"No." I cut her off.

He looks up, frowning at me and nodding, "I'm sorry."

I shake my head, both Cora and I speaking up at the same time, "Don't be."

"Yeah, you're all good. If it does become a bother to use, call the infirmary and we'll see what we can do. I don't care what he says, if you need something to help you cope, I'm sure we have it." She explains, rolling her eyes at me as I give her a strong stern look.

"Enough about that. If he needs medical we will bring him down. Do you think he needs it, yes or no?" I ask bluntly, crossing my arms over my chest.

She raises her shoulders, "I mean, something like this doesn't seem suitable to live with, but it doesn't seem to be bothering him. Right? Does it hurt when I do this?"

She squeezes his arm a bit, making him wince and jerk his hand back, "N-no, I'm fine."

Cora sighs, looking up at me.

"Dad, you know what to do." She quirks a brow up, standing up and looking down at Troye.

"It was very nice to meet you, I'd love to see you around sometime soon. I have a job to get back to." She offers a small smile, waving to him and ducking as she hops out the window and off the balcony.

I walk to the window and stick my head out, "No goodbye?"

She shrugs, "Love you!"

I lean back and close the window, pulling the curtain and making the room dark again.

"Fucking kids..." I mumble, running my hands through my hair and trudging back to bed.

I flop down on the mattress and get comfy, rolling over on my side and looking over at the distorted looking boy.

"You okay, kiddo?"

He looks over, shrugging, "I don't know, honestly..."

"Did I scare you with the blanket?" I speculate.

"You did." He nods.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I thought someone was gonna come in, didn't want you seen. Didn't want you getting hurt." I explain, looking up at the saddened boy.

He wiggles down the bed and lays down next to me, laying his head on his arm and pulling the blanket up over his shoulder. I hold out my hand for him to take and can't help but smile like no tomorrow when he does.

"Could that happen? I mean it did, it was just Cora, but could someone come in here? Hurt us? Hurt you?" He asks, running his fingers over the scraped up knuckles I used to beat someone senseless the other day. So hypocritical.

"I don't know, there's always the possibility. I can and will try to keep the both of us as safe as possible though. Okay?"

"Okay." He whispers.

He covers his face with the blanket as he yawns, letting out a light squeak.

"Sleepy?"

He nods, "Uh-huh."

"Okay, let's take a nap. We can get up and talk about tomorrow later." I chirp.

"Tomorrow?" He croaks.

"Don't worry about it. We'll talk about it later. Get some sleep." I murmur, squeezing his hand lightly and nodding at him.

"O-okay, goodnight, Jay."

"Goodnight, Troye."