But He Loves Me~~{Tyrus} COMPLETED

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•TJ•
         I stood outside of his house, watching as policemen and EMTs ran in and out. I had tried to go in, but a policewoman stopped me. She now stood next to me, trying to stop me from crying. But to be honest, she was doing an absolute shit job.

      "I need to be in there. Theresa wants me to be with him. She called me." I tried to explain, tears fleeing from my eyes.
"I know, hun. But what's best for your friend if that you're out here while they get him out of the house."
"Cyrus." I whispered. I hate that people have been referring to him as 'my friend'. He has a name.
"What?" She answered, causing me to look her in the eyes. She was about a foot shorter than me, so I had to look down to her.
"He has a fucking name. Cyrus Joshua Goodman. Aka Cy, aka muffin, aka Bambi." I raised my voice.
"Sweetie, I know you're scared. But you need to calm down."

       "I'm sick of being told to calm down. I'm sick of people not seeing what's going on. Cyrus is a sweet kid, always happy and bubbly. All until he got that no good, fuck head of a boyfriend. That little shit drained all the happiness from my baby's eyes, and I'm not just gonna sit here and watch you guys try to help him. Only for him to get beat and raped again!" My face went white, instantly realizing what I had just announced. The cop in front of me, Madison, stood there shocked.
"He was abused?" She put a hand on my arm, her tone soft. Well, no going back now.
"Yah. For a whole ass year. First it was yelling, then threatening, then hitting, then rape. Now, he couldn't handle it. I took him to get an abortion a few days ago."

         At that moment, he was taken out of his house by paramedics on one of those boards. I ran to his side, standing next to Theresa with James on the other side of him. His face was pale and his hands were shaking slightly. His mouth was foaming in the corners, the cuts on his legs showing due to the fact he was only wearing boxers. My hoodie was on his torso, and I knew it was because he wanted to smell me.

        Once they put him into the ambulance, Theresa and James got in with him. Originally, the EMTs weren't going to let me in. But, Theresa protested.

       "Did he...did he leave a note?" I questioned, holding one shaking hand in my own.
"Yeah, he did." Theresa handed it to me, tears streaming down her face. I unfolded it, reading through it. He wants me to tell them.
"Cyrus was raped." I stated, everyone looking at me.
"What?" James questioned.
"I'm betting you that's why he did this. Jonah has been abusing him for a while now. He didn't want you guys to know. He didn't want anyone to know. Buffy and I knew, I tried to stop it. I swear if I didn't have self control I would've killed him. But that's why he broke Cyrus' arm. And they way he got pregnant, he didn't just have sex. Jonah raped him. And I'm guessing he did it again today. I'm betting you right now there's blood on his underwear. I'm telling you he was raped twice." Both of his parents looked at me, so did the EMT.
"Oh god, how could have I not known. My poor baby." Theresa cried, gripping my arm and crying into my shoulder.

*time skip*

You know, sometimes I wish I was always there. I wish I was always around for him; to hold him and comfort him. That's why he has so many of my clothes, it's so that he feels connected to me when I'm not there. But, having my smell and clothes around him isn't the same. It doesn't work.

He's tried to do this five times before. Five. Each one for a different reason. Each one more painful than the last. I've only been around for two. Well, now three. The first two weren't as hard to deal with as this one. This one hurts.

Come to think of it, It has been hurting for a while. It hurts to look at him. To see the pain in his eyes. It hurts to listen to him. To hear the fear in his voice. It hurts to hold his hand. To feel the constant light shiver. All of it. All of it hurts.

"T." I heard a raspy voice, feeling a light squeeze on my hand. My head shot up, eyes lightening when I saw him alive.
"Bambi. Oh my god, you're alive. Thank you so much for being alive." I stood, pulling him to me and placing a bunch of kisses on his face. He giggled softly, basically falling into me.
"T, T...I-I-I-"
"Shhhh, it's okay hun. I know it's hard. You've been out for a day." He lifted one arm, pulling me without much force to sit on the bed fully. His head was on my shoulder, my hand in his hair.

After about a minute, Cyrus' arms and hands were in full function. He gripped onto me at tight as he could, which I missed him doing. I wrapped my arms completely around him, placing a kiss to his hair.

"I, um, I told them Cy. I told them what he did to you. I told them how hurt you were. Trust me, it'll never happen again. Ever." He nodded and I could feel the tears falling onto my sweater.
"I..I l-love you." He whispered, voice still barely working.
"I love you even more, baby."

And god did I mean that.

•3rd person•

Three police officers, including Madison, stood outside the Beck household. Officer Marsh knocked on the door lightly, calling for anyone to answer. Judy Beck answered the door with a polite smile, inviting the officers inside.

"Ma'am we'd like to speak with your son." Officer Wilson stated, Madison standing in the doorway.
"Jonah? Why?" Judy questioned, stiffening her stance.
"Jonah has been accused of domestic abuse against boyfriend Cyrus Goodman."

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