Tw: Death. Blood. Troye: I stood silently as the rain pounded against my bedroom window. My hands cold and shaking from the trauma I had just witnessed. I felt my stomach turn as the images came flooding in; a young girl crying over her mothers still body as blood seeped from her many wounds. A father being cuffed and stuffed into a police car and a sobbing grandma being comforted by another paramedic. I had stepped away from the scene, throwing up behind a nearby tree as tears begin to flow down my face. A small hand was placed upon my back, and I turned to meet another young girl. She looked up at me; eyes rimmed with red and filled with unreleased tears. I simply opened my arms, engulfing the now crying girl. We stood in the cold as she latched onto me, her tiny body quivering.
Blood curdling screams could be heard as more people begin to pour into the scene. Families holding hands, neighbors silently weeping as their friends are taken away. My many years of training had not prepared me, or any of my other coworkers for the horrendous scene we had responded to. I tossed my phone onto my bed, shaking my head. I drank away my sorrows that night; letting myself become entangled with the alcohol, begging it to stay long enough for me to forget.
I was awoken by a knock on my door. I scrunched up my nose as the stench of alcohol filled the air; bottles of whiskey falling to the ground as I stood from the couch. I open the door and felt my heart ache as I take in the smaller boy in front of me. He says nothing, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around my waist. "Jacob -" I begin to sob, feeling my shoulders shake and my knees give out "Shh Troye I got you" he coos, helping me back inside. I lay my head on Jacob's lap, pouring my feelings out to him as he soothingly combs his fingers through my hair "I don't know why it's hitting me so hard Jacob" I whimper, reaching up to wipe a stray tear. He shakes his head "It doesn't matter why, Troye. Right now all that matters is getting you through it, but drinking all night is not the answer" He says, his fingers coming to a stop.
I pout, sitting up. "I know. I never drink Jacob, I don't want you to think I'm some alcoholic or something. I just, couldn't handle it" I state, standing up. "I know Troye. Go take a shower and I'll start cleaning up" he replies "Trash bags are under the sink. Thank you Jacob. I truly appreciate you." I mumble, turning away from him.
By the time I'm able to drag myself out from under the soothing water, Jacob has successfully cleaned my entire living room and kitchen. "I'm making some tea, do you want some?" He asks, turning to lean against the kitchen counter. I nod, flopping onto the couch "Alex and I broke up" he states, shuffling over with two cups in his hands. I sit up "What? Why? Are you okay? I'm so sorry Jacob I was too caught up in my own shit to even realize that you were off."
"Troye no it's okay, it was honestly bound to happen. He didn't like the fact that I was hanging out with you so much and he just got super possessive and mean. So I ended it" he states, sitting down next to me. "You broke up because of me?" I ask, my voice cracking as I reach for my cup. He chuckles, "It wasn't just that, Troye. We've been having problems for months now and I was gonna end it anyway. Don't stress about it okay?" I take my cup "Yeah okay, just let me know if you need anything okay?."
"It's your job to take care of other people, Troye. So let it be my job to take care of you" he says, taking a sip of his tea. "I- yeah, sure" I mumble. He sends me a soft smile, setting his cup down and positioning himself comfortably on the couch as I press play on our Netflix movie.
When I wake, the stove is the only light admitting into the dark room 2:32 AM I groan internally, moving my legs carefully so I don't disturb Jacob. I stand up, stretching slightly as I turn to look back at the small sleeping boy. I shake my head, carefully draping a blanket over him. Quietly, I bend down and press a swift, soft kiss to his forehead; freezing when I feel him stir. I back away slowly, almost jogging behind the couch and into the hallway.
I breath a sigh of relief when I see no further movement, turning on my heal and walking to my bedroom. I gently close the door, closing my open curtains and flopping onto my bed. What have I gotten myself into?
Hi sorry short chapter and late update, life has been crazy! I just finished school for the year so I should have more free time and I may or may not be having a new story coming out!?
