Regrets

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A/N LISTEN TO ME. Last week I kind of went on a rant about rape and why i think its wrong in any shape or form. I guess some people got mixed up, because now im getting alot of hate. I wont go into it, but its bad. I never wanted to say 'raping a child deserves rewards' in fact, i tried to say the opposite, but the internet is a cruel place. so here is why im bringing it up. calling me names, that i can deal with. i dont know these people or their stories, i can deal with that. But when you tell me, or people i know, that you want me to cut my wrists, that is not ok. i will block you, i will mute you, and i will report you. YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE TERMINATED. that is not ok. anyway, without further ranting, VS *TRIGGERING CONTENT*

Troye POV

He moved with a swift grace. So quick it was nearly shocking. I was pushed up and off his lap so suddenly, I nearly fell off the bed. In the blink of an eye, he was moving forward, hands flat on my chest and pushing backward. I slipped off the bed in a a panic before he caught me around my lower back, pulling me back up.We were standing on the floor now, before he resumed his previous pace.

And just as quickly, I was slammed against the wall. He trailed his hands up my sides, pushing my arms up before locking my wrists together above my head, his other hand coming to rest on the side of my head, trapping in place. He dipped his head, pressing his lips against mine in such a fashion that I went weak at the knees, his strong hold on my wrists the only thing keeping me upright. He bit my lip gently, pulling at the skin lightly before letting it snap back into place. I whined bucking lightly against him, his grip firm and strong.

I opened my mouth, inviting him to take more before he even asked, and take he did. Thrusting into my mouth with no regrets. It was at that point i lost all sense of self. I moaned long and loud as he manipulated my tongue into submission, not that I was fighting. I began to pull at my arms desprately, shaking slightly as he continued his personal adventure. He pulled back suddenly, breaking all contact, with concern dancing in his eyes. No, no please come back.

I didn't care that I was coming across as needy, so I lunged forward, wrapping my arms arms around his neck, ignoring the look of surprise on his face. I pressed our lips together again, wasting no time as I needed him. He reacted instantly, grabbing me by the hips to press us closer, pulling away from the kiss, trailing kisses down my jaw. I let out whine as he pressed his lips to my neck. I let my head fall back giving him more access to the sensitive skin.

He slid his hands to my thighs and hoisted me up, tongue lashing at my throat. I followed the unspoken rule, wrapping my legs around his waist. We slammed against the wall again, jolting me slightly, then he captured my lips again, taking what already belonged to him. And then,

Bang

I pushed away from the body, falling to my butt. I forced my eyes closed already knowing what he wanted. I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my head on my arms, I hated this, he knew it too. Just as I thought that, I felt a heavy hand rest on my head. I flinched back, hearing Rose screaming. She know's what they will do to her if she doesn't stop. I no longer had a choice.

"I'm sorry daddy" I sobbed out. The hand disappeared, leaving me alone. I knew that wouldn't be enough.

"I'm so sorry, I was such a bad boy, I didn't mean to be late I swear it daddy," I cried. I could still hear Rose in the background. They are gonna kill her, what is she doing? ! I opened my eyes, timidly, gazing around the dark room. My vision was blurred, but that's to be expected when your locked away like this. I saw the blurred vision of the man I wanted to stay away from, but with Rose going on like she was, I had no choice.

"Troye!!" She screamed. I moved to my hands and knees, crawling forward, shaking hard, crying sotly. Why was she doing this? Where they hurting her again? I reached the large blur, planting my self on my knees at his feet.

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