Love is Cruel - A Troyler Fanfiction

Chapter 1 -

Troye's POV:

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

I'm late.

I'm dead.

Last time I was late , I was beaten until I bled. I've even been thrown out of the house before. Going to work with a smashed out face isn't fun, what if they found out? I think that I've 'fallen down the stairs' one too many times this year.

So I'm running like I've never ran before. I can feel the tears streaming down my face in pure fear of the man I loved.

I was at work, talking to one of my colleges - her names Martha, and she's probably one of my only friends - when I realised that I'd been talking for 15 minutes more than I should've done.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

I'm only about three streets away now...

No, not now. No, please. He binned my inhaler last week as a punishment, saying that I was a baby for crying and I needed to grow up. Apparently inhalers are for babies too.

My asthma, I can't... Can't breathe...

I'm home now. Don't worry Troye, stupid bitch stop WORRYING!!! You're making it worse, and you're crying. He hates it when you cry.

I stumble into the house, barely breathing, barely even thinking straight. Somehow I had the common sense to wipe the tears out of my eyes, but I still wheezed with every attempt at a breath, my throat feels like it's closed up completely.

"B-b-babe? I'm h-home. Adam?"

"Where the fuck have you been?"