It's Complicated (Troyler)

Hope

*Troye's POV*

We'd been kissing so long now my mouth felt numb. If it wasn't for my acting skills I was certain he would have gotten bored by now. Even while my mind was in a completely different place the kiss still felt real. At least I hoped that was the case anyway. Even though I knew it was for my own good I couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly guilty kissing him. He wasn't Tyler. What would Tyler think of the video? Had he seen it yet? My stomach was doing nervous flip-flops even though it really had no reason to. I wouldn't be seeing his reaction any time soon, possibly ever.

My act slipped up suddenly and I bit down too hard on Wyatt's tongue. I couldn't help it, the thought of never seeing Tyler again was too much for me. Wyatt pulled away hastily, grumbling quietly to himself. I backed up even further against the wall, if that was even possible, and awaited his full reaction. He definitely looked angry, his brows furrowed as he tried to get a view of his bleeding tongue. My heart was racing when he finally looked up. I was surprised to see a smile on his face, and maybe even a shred of compassion? I started to smile back, when it was promptly wiped off of me with a slap.

"You little slut." He growled, continuing to examine his tongue and now disregarding me. I felt tears building in my eyes but rapidly blinked them away. I wouldn't let him see me cry. I was coping with broken ribs, a little bitch slap was nothing. We sat in silence for a moment, him holding his tongue like some sort of baby while I tried to hold my tears. All good things have to come to an end though, so eventually he did speak up.

"I wonder what your boyfriend's doing right now." He didn't look up at me when he said it, but I could hear the smirk in his voice. Asshole.

"I bet he's trying to find me." I mumbled absentmindedly, looking over at the ray of light. The very thought of walking into full-on sunlight made me cringe after so long in this dark room. I really hoped I'd get out of here soon, preferably alive.

"Trying and failing." He snickered, getting to his feet and stretching high above his head. I bit down on my lip, realizing I couldn't exactly let him leave yet. I hadn't gotten the key, if he left this would all be in vain.

"I bet he's on his way right now and he's gonna kick your ass when he sees what you've been doing to me." I growled, hoping to ignite some kind of fire inside of him. It wasn't my smartest idea, but it'd keep him from walking away. It'd give me more of a chance to get out of here. He got back down on his knees then, once again at eye-level with me.

"He's not coming, and you know that. Deep down you know there is no chance he's going to find you. You're going to die here. You're going to die my plaything. Besides, I haven't even done anything that bad to you... Yet." He whispered, casually placing a hand on my thigh. I closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath before opening them again and staring into his.

"You broke my ribs, asshole, that's pretty bad."

"There are worse things I could do." He continued, running his hand up my leg even further. My eyes went wide, realizing what he was getting at. I knew he was sick, but was he that sick? I squirmed in an attempt to get away from him, wincing at the pain it caused me. He just chuckled to himself, standing again suddenly. I looked up at him quizzically, before I realized what was going on. My jaw dropped slightly when I seen him reaching for his pants buckle. No, this was not happening. This couldn't be happening. His pants dropped to the ground and my stomach churned.

This was happening. 

I watched him start to struggle with his shirt and felt even sicker, before another realization hit me. His pants were on the floor, right in front of me. I looked up, smiling slightly when I seen his shirt was covering his eyes. It was now or never. I took a deep breath, holding it as I cautiously but quickly reached for the pants pocket. He was real having trouble getting the shirt off, not that I was complaining. It didn't take long to located the heavy chain, sneaking it out with relative ease. I clutched it to my chest triumphantly, looking up just as he got his shirt over his head. All in a split second his eyes went wide, seeing the chain in my hands, and my fist flew up, punching him in the crotch. I hadn't thought I had it in me, but something inside of me had reacted. He fell to the ground, holding his jewels and groaning. I couldn't help but smirk slightly, but not enough to get off task. I could enjoy the situation once I was safe. I just had to get out of the cell, then I could lock him in there. I stumbled to the door, my side throbbing more and more with each step. It felt like my bones were crumbling inside of me and I only had so long before they were completely gone. I gripped the wall to keep me steady as I approached. I reached it, jabbing the key in and wrestling with it desperately. Something clicked soon and I said a silent prayer, pushing open the door and hopping out. I closed it behind me, or at least tried to, but I couldn't with Wyatt pushing the opposite direction, to open it back up. We both shoved hard either way, using all the strength we could manage. I was panting slightly, my vision going weird due to the pain. I hadn't even seen it coming when my legs gave out and I crumpled to the floor. I was still conscious, sadly, I just didn't have a single bit of energy left in me. I didn't have any fight left in me. 

Wyatt towered over me, laughing darkly.

"Did you really think you'd get away with that? God, you're even stupider than I thought." He said blandly, leaning down slightly to brush my hair out of my eyes.

"I'm sorry." I managed weakly, void of any true emotions. He just shook his head, straightening back up.

"Sometimes, sorry just doesn't cut it." He growled, suddenly pulling his leg back and kicking me in the stomach. My mouth fell open and I wanted to cry out, but no sound would come out. He hauled back again and again, sometimes even kicking me near the ribs that were thought to be broken. Even painkiller couldn't mass the jolts of excruciating pain shooting through me. I just wanted to pass out. I didn't want to feel anymore. I didn't want to be anymore.

I hated thinking like that, I really did, but when this was all you had who wouldn't? There was no guarantee I'd get a brighter future, what if I was only prolonging my pain by staying alive? Is that what Tyler would have wanted? I knew it'd kill him to be without me, but at least he'd practiced it when I went back to Australia. He had so much ahead of him, there was no way he'd get hung-up over something so stupid. That's when I decided. Between blows I glanced into the cell, staring at the near-full bottles of pills I had earned. If he didn't kill me by kicking me and I woke up in there again, I'd finish the job myself. Tyler had to understand. He would hate a world without me, but he'd hate a world where I faced constant pain even more, wouldn't he? I just hoped he'd understand. I couldn't keep suffering on the ray of hope he might show up one day. Just like how he couldn't waste his entire life looking for someone he'd never find. The outside of my vision began to blur and a weary smile spread across my lips. I was going to pass out soon. I wasn't going to have to feel anymore. 

Suddenly, the blows to my torso stopped. I frowned, hoping that I'd already had enough pain to pass out despite him stopping. Why had he stopped anyway? He definitely still looked mad, from the little bit of him I could see with this blurred vision. I tried to concentrate on looking at him, but instead all I got was better hearing. But, as it turned out, that was all I needed. I heard metal clanking, somewhere not far off but definitely not right beside me where Wyatt stood. Someone else was in here. I didn't know if it was my saviour or Wyatt's back-up, but it was someone. It was hope.

A/n: Sorry it's so short, I'm overtired and hungry as hell. I know I SAID you'd have to wait the full two days but I made a deal with my good friend Emmy that she'd update her story if I updated mine, so yeah. This is this. You should all go check her out though, she has both a Troyler AU and a Troyler in Italy story and they are both my addictions. I'll dedicate the chappie to her so you can creep or not creep, THOUGH YOU SHOULD CREEP. Yay, okay, now remember kids, stay in drugs, eat your school, don't do vegetables.  COMMENT AND VOTE OR ELSE. 

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