Love is Cruel - A Troyler Fanfiction

Chapter 5

Troye's POV:

When I finally woke up my head was thumping and my clothes and skin had patches of dried blood all over them.

What happened last night?

Oh, yeah.

Well shit...

I gingerly picked myself up, clambering out of the (disgustingly grungy) bins in the alley by our cheap as fuck house.

Owwwwwwwwww...

Everything hurts so fucking much right now.

My hands are shaking really badly, and I'm shivering too. Even though I don't think that I'm bleeding anymore, which is good.

I'm too scared to go back into the house; what if he's there? Will he hurt me again? Or even kill me next time.

I can't go back, I mean, he nearly killed me.

But the problem is that I love him...

I love him a ridiculous amount.

I always go back to him because I make excuses for him.

You see, the thing with Adam is that he was abused as a kid. His mom died giving birth to him and his dad has always blamed him for it.

He started to believe it and get depressed, his dad didn't help. He actually made it way worse.

Adam developed major anger and mental health issues, he was paranoid, and when I found him he was in a really dark place.

I liked to think that I was helping him because he seemed to get better. Phisically, I mean. He stopped self harming and the voices he heard and people he saw started to leave him alone a lot more than usual.

We moved in together and he started to eat and sleep again. Everything was cute and romantc and shit until he started abusing me.

I never told anyone, because it really wasn't that bad at first. I told myself that it was only because of his paranoia that his dad had granted him with, and it was at first.

But eventually his therapy stopped.

They told me he was better.

I didn't believe them and half of me still doesn't, he is only abusing me because he's ill, right?

Because he loves me.

No he doesn't.

YES HE DOES!!!!

No he doesn't, stop lying to yourself Troye.

I'm sorry, I'm crying again. Even thinking about Adam always gets me emotional, why am I so fucking stupid all the time?

So this is my life. I'm lying in a bin crying over my fucking abusive boyfriend.

But then I heard a sound, a mans voice maybe? I couldn't quite make it out as the lid of the bin was closed over me.

"Erm... Hey-llooo? Is anyone there?" An American drawled.

"I... who are you?" I asked curiously, not daring to open the bin but sniffling and wiping my nose.

"Oh, boy, you like it in there or something 'cos you should come say hey!"

The light hurt my eyes for a moment as I opened the lid, my whole body aching. However, once they had adjusted I was faced with a beautiful man with lilac hair.

I made a slight groaning sound as a sudden jab of pain was felt in my chest and collapsed. I saw and felt no more.

A/N
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