Roadtrip Oneshots

🐝You're Mine🌵

*Andy's POV*
Once again I was going to my boyfriend, Tyler's house and once again I was dreading it.

We've been together for three years now and it was horrible. The first year was great and the second year was a little rough but now it's just terrible and I can't get out of it.

I know I need to but I have to stay with him for the protection of everyone else I care about. I don't know what'd he do to them if I left.

I walked out telling the boys bye and walking to his house. Once I got there I knocked once and he opened the door pulling me inside.

I was scared for what was going to come next. I was only a couple minutes late but those couple minutes cold have severally angered him.

Instead he kissed me. It was almost passionate but it was just way too rough. Where I used to feel love and have a special connection I felt nothing.

He pulled away and smiled at me. "I want you to move in with me," he said and I gasped. "I-I can't. I have to stay at the house. It's my job." I replied.

"Then quit. They don't need you. They'll be fine," Tyler said and I flinched. He was probably right and that's what hurt most.

"I-I can't. I'm sorry," I said. His grip on me tightened and I could see the anger growing in his eyes.

"I love you. I'm the only one who will ever love you and you say no to my one offer? Or maybe you're too busy fucking one of the guys at your house. You don't want it to stop and that's why you want to stay. He'll never love you. No one else will. You are so pathetic," he said and that's when he slammed his fist into the side of my face.

I slid to the ground holding in the tears. He was still talking but I couldn't hear what he was saying anymore.

I felt him kick me. Then he pulled me up by my shirt and held me against the wall punching me several times before letting me go and walking away. I could feel the blood running down my face but I didn't care.

"Get out and don't come back until you've thought about what I said and have an actual answer," he said and I just got up and walked out, ignoring the pain in my side.

I pulled my hoodie up over my face and kept my face down the entire time I walked home. It was a long walk but that meant that when I got home the boys will be in bed and won't see me like this.

I finally get there and my body is completely exhausted. It was really hard to breathe and all I did was feel like crying. But I couldn't. My mind just felt completely numb.

I walked in looking around and noticing all the lights are off. I sigh in relief and go upstairs into my room. I grab some new clothes and go to the bathroom.

I pulled my hood down and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible. I had several bruises all over. My lip was busted and you could tell my nose had been bleeding. I had a cut above my eyebrow that was still bleeding which means he probably hit me with his ring.

I got a rag and started cleaning my face off and that's when I finally started crying. I felt so stupid. How could I have let it get this bad? Why am I so pathetic?

I felt my body collapse to the ground and I just couldn't stop sobbing. My entire body was shaking and I was just a wreck. I heard a door open and I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders. I flinched and tried to get away from whoever was touching me but they just pulled me closer to them. Holding me to their chest.

"Shh, baby. It's alright. I'm here. Everything will be okay," the person said and that's when I realized who it was.

Rye.

My best friend in the house. The only person I could go to for anything. Well almost anything.

I gripped onto his shirt and cried into him. I don't know how long we were sat there on the floor but he didn't say anything. He just rubbed my back and let me cry.

Once I had finished crying he picked me up and set me down in the edge of the bathtub. I watched him as he walked around the room grabbing stuff to help clean my face and then grabbing my clothes and setting them on the floor next to me.

He kneel in front of me and started cleaning my cuts. Once he was done, he helped me stand up and he helped me get my clothes off. Once he finished that, he grabbed my sweatpants off the ground and helped me put them on. Then he grabbed my shirt and that's when he noticed the giant bruise on my side.

His fingers went over it gently for a couple seconds and then he moved them and helped slip my shirt on.

"I'm going to kill him," he said. "I-it wasn't him," I said. Once again I was lying to protect him. I shouldn't be but here I am lying again.

"No more. I am done believing that. This happens too often for it to not be him. He does not get to treat you like this," Rye said and I just looked down.

"This is not love Andy. This is abuse. This is not okay," Rye says and I look up at him.

"He does love me and he's the only one that will ever love me," I said quietly.

"God damnit Andy," Rye said and I could see the anger in his eyes. I knew Rye would never hurt me but at the same time I didn't think my Tyler would either.

"He is a liar. He fills your head with lies. He makes you believe whatever he wants you to believe so you will stay. He will continue this and it's going to get worse. I can't keep seeing you like this," he said a lot calmer and took my hand in his.

"Then I'll leave. I'll move in with him like he asked me too. You won't have to worry about me. I'll be fine. I love him and he loves me," I said.

"I can't lose you. I love you Andy. I always have but I've always wanted you to be happy. And I thought you were with him. But this, this is not happiness and I can't let you go back to him," he said. I just stared at him in shock. I didn't know what to say.

Rye loved me?

But how? I'm stupid, pathetic, and useless. I'm not worth anyones love.

But I've always loved Rye.

"I understand, you don't feel the same way. But that's not going to stop me from making sure you are safe," he said and lifted me up carrying me out to my room.

He laid me down and pulled my comforter over me but I grabbed his hand before he could walk away.

"S-stay with me," I said and he nodded crawling in next to me. I instantly laid my head on his chest and I felt his arm go around me.

"I-i've always loved you Rye. I just always thought you were straight," I said.

"I did to until I met you all those years ago. But when I finally felt brave enough to tell you, you had a boyfriend and I couldn't ruin that," he said.

"I don't want to be with him anymore. I feel nothing but fear towards him and I hate it. But I'm scared of what he'll do," I said.

"I won't let him do anything. We'll deal with it in the morning. For now you need to sleep," he said.

"I love you Rye," I said again looking up at him. He leaned down making our lips connect and I couldn't help but smile. This time I felt so much love.

"You're mine now and I will never let anything bad happen to you again. I love you with everything in me," Rye said and I curled up into his chest falling asleep to the sound of his heart beat.