But He Loves Me~~{Tyrus} COMPLETED

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•TJ•
It pains me to see him like this, in a hospital bed with bruises all over his face. The cast on his arm was a symbol of his life, his love. It was there, pastel pink and with my name on it only, just to prove that he isn't and hasn't been okay. It's just the inside hurt, showing itself on the outside. And yet, he still won't admit that he hurts him. He won't tell anyone that he's being tortured and silenced by someone who is supposed to love him more than most.

            Yes, I will openly admit it. I am truly and madly in love with Cyrus Goodman. I always have been. When we first met, we were thirteen. He was scared of me, and I was scared of him. I was scared of someone who seemed to have it all figured out. I was scared of the way he made me feel, and I think he was scared of the way I was making him feel.

            I could see it. The way he started gushing over Jonah three months after we met, it was as if he was trying to hide something. When they started dating, I knew I had to back off, but I just couldn't. I couldn't leave the one person that dragged me out of hell and was holding me in his arms.

         And now, I'm sitting next to his hospital bed as he slept. His hand was in mine as I brushed the skin with the pad of my thumb. There is a clean break in his right arm, no shock there. He has a bruised nose, so almost broken, which is probably going to kill him inside to see. My poor baby has two black eyes and a busted lip to match his beat up body. This is the worst he's ever been. The worst he's going to ever be.

        "Hey, hun. I'm Nurse Kaylee." A young woman, maybe around 28-29, said softly. She spoke as if she had been delivering bad news her whole life.
"TJ." I mumbled, not taking my glance off of the boy in front of me.
"I'm here to talk to you and to take care of your friend. Do you know how this happened?" She asked, checking the machine next to the bed.
"I have an idea. But he would never speak to me again if I told you." She nodded, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of me.
"Sweetheart, I've seen this before. I need to know who hurt him." I finally looked into her brown eyes, noticing how soft and kind they are. She reminds me of Cyrus.
"You won't have any proof anyway, so it doesn't matter. No one gets in trouble and my baby keeps getting hurt." I wanted to yell in her face, show her how long this has been going on.
"TJ, we noticed older injuries such as bruises all over his body. We need to know who did this so they can be punished."

           I know she doesn't mean it, she doesn't care. I can see kindness in her eyes, but she just wants to be paid. She doesn't care if Cyrus is okay or not.

         "I can handle him. No one else can. I tried once, and that's what got Cy here. But I swear next time he'll wish he never touched my Bambi." Kaylee's eyes widened.
"TJ, I need you to tell me. Is it domestic?" I can't keep this in, I can't let him suffer anymore. But I have to, I really have to.
"I can't tell you who did it. I know you want to know, but I really can't tell you. I can't..." I stopped, holding in a sob. Tears fled my eyes, and that's when Kaylee realized it's more than a broken arm and a swollen nose.
"How long has he been gaining new injuries?"
"I can't lose him, okay? I would tell you everything but that could get him killed. I won't let him get killed." I cried, and that seemed enough to shock the boy from his sleep.

         Cyrus squeezed my hand, causing me to jump. He struggled, but moved over to make room on the bed for me. He pulled my arm, signaling me to hold him. Kaylee nodded and I climbed up with him. The nurse left the room, leaving us in complete silence.

     "I thought you didn't want to be touched anymore." I felt the drops of water fall as he placed his head on my chest. I hesitated, but wrapped my arm around his waist. I haven't held him in weeks, I've been dying to hold him for weeks.
"I-I..." I put my hand in his hair, massaging him lightly.
"Shhhh. It's okay, you'll be okay." Cyrus continued to cry into my chest, his body shaking and causing him pain.

      "Cy, why did he do this?" I whispered into his hair.
"I s-said no." He sobbed, his left hand gripping onto me tighter than ever before.

      This motherfucker has it coming to him.

TIME SKIP

      "I told you, mom! I was at the hospital!" I screamed, Lola crying in the corner. I moved to grab her, but my mother held me where I was.
"With who? That fucking fairy, again?" I shook my mom off of me, snatching my sister from where she sat. She held onto my shirt, basically screaming into my chest out of fear.
"Yes mom. I was with my gay friend Cyrus!" I hate calling him that, I've only ever said it once before. It's so gross calling him that.
"I told you I don't want you around that boy." She sipped her beer, walking back into Lola and I's bedroom.

As I've mentioned before, my mother hates Cyrus. She thinks he'll turn me gay by breathing near me. News flash ma, I've been gay since I was in your uterus!

"Since when do you care what happens in my life? You're always drunk." I walked into the bedroom, seeing her scoff at me.
"I care because you're my fucking kid, Theo. I love you." I placed Lola on a chair, moving to our shared dresser. I opened it, pulling out pre-set outfits. There was about five for each of us.
"Well guess what, ma? We're leaving." I announce, grabbing a duffle bag and shoving our clothes into it.
"No the fuck you're not." I rolled my eyed, putting other things we'll need into the bag.

       As I went to grab Lola, my mother started to throw things at me. First it was a book, then a beer bottle, then a lamp. A fucking lamp.

       "What the hell?!" I screamed, dodging the light that was thrown at my head. My mom reached over, swinging Lola onto her hip by her arm. My sister screamed, reaching out to grab me.
"Give me her." I made a motion with my hand, getting a cigarette pushed to me skin. I hissed in pain, pulling my hand back.
"What is wrong with you?" I questioned, trying to find out what was happening. She never deliberately hurts me. Her boyfriends do, but not her. Then, I spotted it. There were dots of purple and red on her arm. She's shooting heroine now?

             I turned, opening my desk drawer. I pulled out a blade, a knife my dad gave me. I mean, he's not biologically my father, but legally he is. He gave me this knife when he left. It was two months after Lola was born, he took Amber and he left. At the door, he handed me this and said "if you're anything like me, son, you'll use that for protection."

     "Give me a sister or I call the police." I said, holding the knife at her.
"TJ, baby, put that down." I moved closer.
"Then let me take Lola." She nodded, my sister practically jumping on me.
"You have no where to go, other than that faggot but he's in the hospital." She whispered, now afraid of me. The knife was in my pocket, the bad sling over my shoulder.
"I'm taking her to dad's." I stated, pushing past her and going to my front door.
"He didn't want you two in the first place. What makes you think he'll take you in now?" She questioned, following me.
"We both have bedrooms at his house. So he'll take us."

       And like that, I was gone. I left that shit hole, holding my baby girl to my side. And the only thing I could think of was how I was going to beat the living shit out of Jonah Beck.

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