love me till im me again | tyrus

t h r e e

"im a loser baby why should i try."

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~cyrus~

knock knock knock! i look at the clock who would be here at 2am? i get up and peer out the window to see a trashy looking man.

"who is it?" tj asks sitting the popcorn on the table.

"i dont know it's a man with trashy clothes on and hes really dirty..." i reply closing the curtains.

tj gets up and peers out the window. "fuck. cyrus do you have an attic? a basement? anything?"

"yeah why?" i ask.

"because its my dad and my mom. i dont even know how they found out im here or anything. lets go." he says shutting the curtains and i put my hand out. he gladly takes it and i lead him upstairs to the attic.

i pull the ladder down and climb up into the attic. then we hear a big crash downstairs.

"tj come on!" i motion for him to come on up and he climbs up and we pull the ladder back up and shut the door.

things are being flung and broke downstairs and all we can do is listen. i turn on the lamp once i find it and it only lights up a portion of the room.

tj starts breathing heavily and rocking back and forth. anxiety. this is the first time it's been this bad for him but i know what to do.

i scoot closer to him and hold his hands. "tj give me 5 things you can see."

"y...y...yuh-your eyes, a few b...buh-boxes, the lamp, the ch...ch...checkers on your pants, and my h...huh-hands?" he says questionably.

"now 4 things you can touch."

"your p-palms, the f...fuh-floor, -
-shit- my hair and your huh-hair." he says touching everything he says.

"3 things you hear." i say taking his hands back in mine.

"g-glass breaking, -fuck- um the fuh-floor creaking, and me br-breathing?" he says shrugging.

"now two things you smell."

"um dust? and yuh-you..." he says.

"what do i smell like?"

"laundry detergent? -fuck- i dont know, cinnamon?"

"okay, now something you can taste?"

"the butter from the popcorn..." he says. "sorry cy."

"why are you sorry?" i ask rubbing his palm with my thumb.

"because those are my parents, they wouldn't be here if i weren't." tj states, "i should go down there it's my fa-"

"no! i wont let you ever go near them again!" i say really fast. "i dont want them to hurt you."

"but cyrus i-"

"nope! you're staying here with me." i laugh. "do you have your phone? we should probably call 911..."

"no i left it down-" bam bam bam! they were banging on the door.

"i know you're in here you cunt!" someone screams.

"what the fuck do they want with me they never wanted me in the house in the first place. cyrus this is it. im going to go to jail is there a gun up here?" tj sighs

"my parents dont believe in gun violence." i panic.

"fuck!" tj says standing up, "go hide behind something cyrus this isn't going to be pretty."

"no tj please don't-"

"i said go hide behind something cyrus!"

"but-" i say as tj points to get behind a giant pile of boxes and other junk.

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cliffhanger? also sorry this is really bad and short but i love u guys thanks for the support.