Addicted to You *Tracob*

Do You Love Me

Zoe isn't at breakfast the next morning and Jacob and I are concerned. I eat a couple of hash browns until I feel like I'm going to throw up.

"Troye," Jacob says placing his hand right next to mine. "I want you to come with me after we get out of here. Tell them family got in contact with you. We can fly away together. Anywhere you want to go." I smile at his words. "We can go to Hawaii or Fiji or Canada? California isn't good for us. We can take Zoe and Alfie too. Maybe Zoe will pay for us." I stare at him with wide eyes.

This is a hope for a real future. We can start a real life together, get jobs, elope. "Yes, I'd love to," I say and he grins even wider.

Zoe walks into the room with her head hanging low. I can tell she has been crying. She sits with us and does not say a word. We comfort her and Jacob tells her our plan. She says that would be good and Alfie told her to meet him at his place. A really small apartment she says not far from here.

By the looks of it, it seems like Jacob is leaving first, then me, then Zoe. Jacob leaves in three weeks. I leave in 4 weeks. Zoe says they may keep her for another two months.

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The day goes by in a haze. I sit in my bed waiting for Jacob. Soon enough, he comes into the room and turns the lights on. I sit up and he sits across from me on the bed.

"I brought you something." He says with his hands behind his back. He reveals what he is holding and its a sandwich wrapper in the shape of a flower.

"Thank you, Jacob, that's so sweet," I say to him and put the flower on my bedside table.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you, too," I respond and we connect our lips together. The kiss is full of lust and need. It quickly escalates and I put my hands on the lower of his back and bring him toward me. I fall back and place my back on the headboard so he is on top of me. He places his hands on either side of me.

I move my hands up and down his back, unsure of what to do with them. He takes his hands and plays with the hem of my shirt. My breath hitches into the kiss and he smiles. He puts his hands under my shirt and explores my stomach with his hands. I get caught up in the heat of the moment and his hands move up on my body and he finds the place where I placed gashes with the plastic fork.

He breaks away from me looking at me in confusion. I breathe heavily missing the warmth of his lips on mine. "It's nothing. I've had it since I was a kid." I say and try to connect our lips once more. He leans away from me and I can tell he doesn't believe me.

"Troye, please lift up your shirt." He asks me calmly.

"My love, it's nothing. Please." I say and he moves to the hem of my shirt to try and lift it up. I try to fight him, but I eventually lose.

I start to cry softly as he gently lifts up my shirt. His eyes move along my cut up body. From years and years of abusing my body with the sharp blade. "Troye..." He says and I cry more.

He picks me up and puts me into his lap. I cry on his shirt and I repeatedly apologize.

"Shh Tro, it's okay. I'm here. You're safe with me. You're beautiful Troye, I don't love you any less. Please stop crying baby."

I have nothing to say to him. No words can defend my actions. He understands this and I am grateful.

After I calm down, he lays me on the bed and gets on top of me. He kisses what feels like every single one of my scars. From old to new. "I can't make them go away, I know. I just want you to know you are loved. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

I fall asleep in his arms and when I wake up the next morning, he is gone.