Tyler's POV

It was five-thirty in the morning when I woke up and got ready for work. "Kore, I'm leaving now." I announced as I made my way over to the door with a banana in hand.

He craned his neck to look at me from where he sat on the living-room couch. "Say, where were you last night?" I guess I forgot to tell him, or he was too sleepy when I supposedly told him. Either way, I should tell him about my whereabouts these last few days. I don't mean to be secretive, but everything just kind of plays out that way.

I grabbed my coat and slipped it on, lacing up my boots as I answered my roommate. "Uh, I was at Troye's place watching G- Netflix shows with him." He looked a bit skeptical and unconvinced.

"Why were you out so late? Isn't Troye that little boy from the bakery with the boyfriend?" I rolled my eyes at his description of Troye.

"No, he's not a 'little boy'. He's twenty-four, works at a bakery, and has a scary-ass boyfriend." His eyes widened and he stood up. "Scary how?"

"Oh, you know, eight inches taller than me, abs of steel, hunter green eyes made of stone, and a huge grudge on me."

"Grudge?"

"He doesn't like me hanging out with Troye."

"Why not?" Korey's eyes widened in realization. "Do you like him?.. Troye, I mean."

I swallowed harshly, sucking in a deep breath as I pulled my hood over my head and grabbed my messenger bag off the floor. "I never said that."

He simply smiled. Under that smile was weariness. He knew what would happen if I were to pursue the gorgeous, blue eyed boy from the bakery. I knew it too.

"You didn't have to."

"I-I'm gonna be late.." I fumbled around to grab my keys off the glass dish by the door.

"Are you gonna go visit the little boy blue at the bakery today?"

"No, I'm kind of running late for work. plus, I saw him just last night.. But I might visit later if I have time." I don't wanna appear too clingy. Especially when that Connor guy is in town. I don't like him. Not one bit.

"Oh shut up, Ty. In an hour you'll be wishing that you stopped by just to glance at him." He isn't too far off. Just Troye's presence brightens up my day.

"Bye." I muttered, annoyance seeping through my tone of voice. I opened the door to our apartment, got in my car and drove off.

***

I was driving through Troye's neighborhood to get to work when I saw something -- or someone-- lying in the middle of the road. I slammed to breaks and turned my emergency lights on to get a better look. I got out of my car, looking at the boy in the road.

That's- that's Troye. Why's he laying in the middle of the street right outside of his apartment in the middle of the night? I flipped him onto his back only to see his mouth is all bloodied and that he's got a big red mark spreading across his lips and cheeks. It looks like he had some sort of gag in his mouth. Maybe a rag?..

"Oh my god.." I looked at the spot where his shirt had ridden up to see two large bruises on his hips. As my eyes trailed lower I saw worse things. His sweatpants were untied, he was barefoot, and he looked to be very injured.

I grabbed his hands, carefully inspecting his cast and fingers. He looked like he tried to fight back at whoever or whatever it is that did this to him.

The stains and bits of blood on his pants and stomach led me to believe he was raped. But who did it? Was it a break-in or his boyfriend? Judging by how recent the stains and wounds look, I'd say that this happened within the last five hours. That an hour or so after I left him.

I glanced at his open apartment door, seeing only his car parked outside. Maybe his boyfriend didn't do this and he left before it happened.

I will kill whoever fucking did this to him.

I laid him across the back seats of my car and buckled him up before speeding off to the ER.

***

"So, what happened?" I asked the doctor who was pacing around the hospital waiting room.

He cleared his throat, stopping to stand a couple of feet in front of me. "Your uh, your friend was raped."

"I know that. But is he okay? What's happening? Who did this to him!" I demanded, taking my foggy glasses off to wipe them clean with my shirt.

"We're.. We're running some tests based off of the evidence we found on Mr. Mellet."

"His name is Troye. He's a real person, you know?"

"Yes, uh, there was enough evidence left on Troye to run tests and pull some DNA. I will update you when I get the results."

"Is he awake?" I asked hopefully. "Please don't call his parents or boyfriend yet. I want him to be awake and tell them himself. After all, he should have a choice."

Unlike what happened to him last night. He quite obviously didn't have a choice.

"Unfortunately, our patient- Troye has yet to wake up."

"He's been out for god-knows how long, isn't there some special medicine you could give him to magically wake him up?" I began to panic, lifting my hands to wipe at my wet eyes. The doctor placed a somewhat comforting hand on my shoulder, firmly squeezing it.

"We're doing what we can, Mr. Oakley." And with that he walked away, leaving me a crying mess in the middle of the waiting room. People stared and I sunk down deeper in the chair I was sat in.

Why him?

What could he have ever possibly done to deserve this?

~

A/N

Well, there's some insight on how Tyler feels about Troye and how he handled the situation. What'll happen when Troye wakes up and has to face his problems? Face the man who did this to him.. Will he be pressing charges or keeping things to himself? Will everyone find out about his dirty little secret? Does he need therapy?.. Will any of these questions ever be answered?...

Maybe.

Bye|Rachel.

Twitter|@Troylerflamingo