Alone

※Chapter 3※

Troye's POV
I sit stating at that picture admiring his lovable smile.. thinking back to his laugh. It was my favorite sound on earth...

I then broke down in tears thinking to myself, he never loved you, if he ever did he wouldn't have done that to you.
I think back to the early spring of my junior year, remembering the park, Adam and I used to visit it weekly and talk over a picnic lunch, Adam was a popular boy with long sandy blonde hair, perfect tan, perfect body, he was perfect.
I slightly grin at the memory..
Then I stop myself and think back to that night.

Adam was much older than me, we had been together for a little over a year when he asked me to move in with him, at the time he was 22 and I was 17. w̶e̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶d̶. I loved him, he didn't feel the same about me.

It was a Friday evening and Adam informed me he would be joint some friends at a local gay bar that I was too young to attend. which it was nothing out of the ordinary for him to attend this bar with friends. he told me he should be home late and to just go to bed he would see me in the morning. I waited up for awhile, but around 4:12 AM I gave up and decided I would see him Saturday. Saturday morning I woke up around 9:15 and got up and made myself coffee expecting to see Adam asleep on the couch I walk into the living room to see nothing. I then become extremely concerned and dial him immediately, it went straight to voice mail. I then dial his best friend Zach. Nothing. I waited until 12 and then went to the bar. They didn't let me in so I just went back to our apartment and waited.

Around 11:30 that night I was sitting in the kitchen with a mug of hot tea, worried sick. I hear the door lock fidgeting and run to it to see Adam, Drunk. I help him into the kitchen and see blood covering his knuckles, I gasped and asked how that got there he then yelled at me "none of your business you worthless little shit" He's drunk. He's mad. It's not personal.
I calmly responded "I'm sorry you feel that way." He snapped back "I'm not"
in an extremely rude tone. I then preceded to grab a rag and then his hand and begin to wipe his knuckles clean and before I know it there is a sharp pain in my jaw, he just hit me.
I grab my cheek and look back at him
He scoffs "wimp" I then yelled at him "Adam you may be drunk but this is uncalled for!" he then spits back at me "You worthless little fuck" and takes another swing at me this time knocking me to the floor. "You are worthless I'm only with you because I felt bad for you!" He then kicks me in the stomach, I wince in pain curled in a ball on our kitchen floor. "You are ugly as hell and never had a chance! God I hate seeing you, every time I come home to you I regret it!" I then look up at him, tears welled up in my eyes only to have him throw my hot tea at me, I got a few burns on my arms from the tea and a gash across my forehead from the mug breaking upon the impact. He then rushed out of the kitchen and into what was our room, and passed out drunk.

I knew if I didn't get out of that apartment he would probably further harm me, maybe even kill me? I wasn't sure just what he was capable of, he was much larger than me. I grabbed a duffle, and began to pack.
Phone cord, a few clothes, and some other little nick necks grabbed my keys and I left.

I drove. I had no clue where I was going but I left. I drove around for about 4 hours with no clue as to where I was going.

It was around 5:56 AM and I called my mum who lived almost an hour away from the apartment and told her I was on my way home and that I would be longer than usual but Adam and I had a misunderstanding and we are over.

I continued to sob in the car for the nearly four hour long ride, once I finally arrived home my mom had put fresh sheets on my old bed and as I walked up the stairs she was finishing and gasped when she saw my face, tear stained eyes, a four inch gash across my forehead, swollen bruised jaw, it must have been a sight. She then said "Troye you need stitches baby" I told her we could go to the clinic in the morning that it wasn't hurting that bad and I really just wanted to sleep. She agreed and let me sleep.

No pain could compare to the pain in my chest.

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Sorry it's kinda short but I wanted to end this chapter on "the break up" yeaaaa..... Hope you guys like it so far
-M