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A Way Out [Cyrus x Reader [13RW]] Part 3

-Part 3-

You couldn’t remember the last time you had talked to anyone for that long, but you didn’t mind at all. It felt great, actually, to finally tell someone about everything that had happened in the past months of your life and you were grateful for Cyrus to listen to you that patiently. He only spoke when you took your occasional break to give your stressed vocal chords some rest. You’d just told him about one of the worst fights you’d have with him a while ago. You’d been invited over by one of your old friends from your hometown you’d lived in before you moved here, to spend a couple days and catch up on what both of you had been missing out in each other’s lives.

“He wasn’t about that at all. He was mad about the fact that I thought about ‘leaving him’ for a couple days. But I told him that I really wanted to go because- because I miss my friends.” You looked at Cyrus when you said this, before you continued on: “He said that he hated it how I would only do what was good for me and ignoring him in the process. He was yelling at me, saying that I was one egotistical bitch and that he’d break up if I’d go.” You paused and tried to process the end of this story. It was one of the worst things he’d done to you thus far and it was probably the hardest thing for you to talk about.

“But why didn’t you leave then and there? I mean, that asshole made it pretty fucking clear up to this point that he doesn’t really care about you, right? So why didn’t you just leave then?” Cyrus’ question was the same question that had gone through your mind multiple times even though you knew the answer all too well. You bit your lip hesitantly. You wanted to tell him but it was hard to find the right words to do so. It would’ve been the only logical thing to just leave it be and you knew that. Your eyes were wandering restlessly around, your fingers being busy with fiddling with each other while your mind was racing in endless circles. “[Y/N]? You’re shaking!” Cyrus said concerned, shuffling closer to you. “I didn’t leave because- because he threatened to kill himself if I’d go.”

There was a long pause after you’d dared to say these words out loud. You’d never told anyone – not even your parents – and it felt weird to hear those words escaping your lips for the first time. “He- when he realized that I wanted to leave for good - I mean, leaving him because he wanted me to choose between him and my friends - he didn’t say anything for a while and- grabbed a carpet knife he’d lying around in his room and- you know after all this crazy bullshit happening with Hannah Baker killing herself, I don’t fucking know how he-“ Your words got tangled up while your mind was still running endless circles, fresh tears escaping your eyes.

Even though you’d never been close friends with Hannah, the two of you had shared some classes and done the occasional group assignment together. You felt bad for not reaching out to her when she was still alive because you felt as if you both could’ve been good friends after all. You’d talked to [Y/BF/N] about her suicide and that you’d known her a bit and how bad you’d felt about everything. But he would just brush it off. He would say things like “she was doing it for attention” or that “she didn’t try hard enough to look for help”. He always undermined your worries or fears. To him, it was only important that you’d be supportive of him all the time.

You could feel Cyrus wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him in an attempt to calm you down. “[Y/N], you have to get out of this” Cyrus told you in a stern voice. He was looking at you worriedly while his hand was brushing up and down your back. “I know, Cy, I fucking know. But- I just don’t know how. I think and think and think about a way to get myself out of this shit but I just can’t find a way!” Exhausted and frustrated as you were from everything, you leaned onto him, listing to his breathing which was the most calming thing you’d experienced in a long time. You felt at ease for once.

“I won’t let you go through this on your own, [Y/N]” Cyrus said. “You don’t have to do this by yourself, you’ve been through this for too fucking long anyways.” You moved your head slightly up to look at Cyrus who had that determined look on his face you knew all to well. He was definitely down for some trouble. “But how do you wanna do it?” you asked. “Don’t know yet, but we’ll figure something out” he said, looking down at you with a grin building up on his face. You laughed a bit, wiping away the freshly shed tears, but your mind was still concerned about how things could go. You knew Cyrus’ tendencies for creating chaos if there was a need for it and you didn’t want him to get into trouble because of you. “You won’t come up with anything too crazy, right?” you asked warily, but actually you already knew the answer: “Not if I don’t have to.”

Later that same day, Cyrus dropped you off at your house. You’d spent the entire school day at your old hideout and after you told Cyrus about everything that had gone down the drain up until now, you just enjoyed each other’s company. He had told you a lot about Tyler – who you’d considered always seen as the typical shy photo-nerd before but now that you heard all these stories your image of him had changed massively and you wanted Cyrus to introduce the two of you – and how they had decided to go up against everyone who was going on with telling lies about Hannah to maintain their reputation at school. It left you with tears of laughter in your eyes, when Cyrus told you how he and Tyler had pranked Marcus the other day and it made you remember all that ridiculous bullshit Cyrus and you were up to back in the day.

“Cy?” you asked before getting out of the car. You didn’t really want to go but you knew that your mom would be home soon and you wanted to clean up that mess that your face had turned into so you didn’t have to explain what had happened in addition to you skipping school for an entire day.

“Today was fun” you said smiling. “I mean- most of it” you added to be more exact about it.

“Yeah, I hope we can do that again. Are you free next month?” Cyrus asked you with a big grin plastered across his face. “Asshole” you said laughing, punching his arm playfully. “No, for real”, he continued on, “I fucking missed you, [Y/N].”

“I missed you, too, Cyrus.”

Both of you were sitting in silence after that. If you’d have known this morning when you got up what turn your life would make, you wouldn’t have believed it. You’d finally got everything out of the way that was weighing on Cyrus’ and your friendship and you’d finally told someone about everything that was going on in your life. You felt so much better and didn’t want things to change ever again.

“So- I’ll see you in school tomorrow?” Cyrus said hesitantly after a while. “I guess” you said with a smile and went in to hug your best friend after what felt like forever. After you’d let go off each other, you grabbed your bag and asked: “Keep me updated on your plans, okay? And- don’t go overboard, I don’t want anyone killed” you said laughing. “Don’t worry, [Y/N], I got your back!” he answered and started the engine of his car. You got out of the car and said, “See you tomorrow!” before you closed the door behind you and went on to rush inside.

You had managed to take a shower and erase every bit of evidence of your hours of crying just in time before your mom arrived at home. She was working her fair-share of hours at Walplex so the house was empty for a big chunk of the day. You had just finished drying your hair, when you heard a knock at your door. “Yeah?”

The exhausted face of your mom peeked into the room. “Hey, [Y/N]. How are you doing?” Your mom wasn’t a stupid person and she’d realized a change of hearts with you for a while now, plus, she felt quite guilty for not keeping up with you as much as she intended to due to her shitty working schedule, but you weren’t mad at her. Still, it was important for her to talk to you everyday after she got home to see if everything was alright. “I’m good, I guess.” It was your standard answer you always used. Sometimes you felt as though you should just tell your parents about everything that was going on in your life but then again, you never wanted to worry them, much less stressing them out even more. While your mom worked her fulltime job, your dad would be mostly gone throughout the week, as he was a travelling salesman. He would be only home on the weekends – which put a lot of pressure onto your parent’s marriage, and left your mom feeling extra guilty – and you were feeling as though your problems weren’t important enough to bother him with them, plus, he was really awkward when you were talking with him about your boyfriend. It wasn’t that he disliked him, he was just very awkward with that entire relationship-thing.

As you were combing your hair, your mom entered the room entirely and took a seat on your bed. “Listen, [Y/N]. The school called in today while I was at work. They said you’d left the school in the morning after your first class.”

“Yeah, uh- something came up- I guess” you replied.

“So? Something important?” You could hear that she wasn’t really mad, just concerned. You’d been missing out some classes every now and then with Cyrus before but missing an entire school day was not typical for you. “I guess you could say so- I, uh- I spent the day with Cyrus.”

You looked at your mom whose face lit up. “You did? I thought you guys kinda- grew apart lately?” Your mom liked Cyrus, which had surprised you when he came over for the first time because he wasn’t the stereotypical ‘next-door-type’. “Uh- yeah, we- we had some problems but we- fixed them” you told her and smiled at the thought.

“I’m glad that you two are friends again! I got a feeling that you weren’t doing too good lately but I’m glad that you, at least, reconnected with one of your friends.”

You felt uneasy at these words. Of course, had she realized that you weren’t your usual self. The feeling got even worse when you remembered that you missing Cyrus was the smallest thing of you doing bad lately. “[Y/N]? Is there anything else that bothers you lately? Because if so, I want you to talk to me about it, alright?” You nodded with a forced smile: “Yeah, I mean- no, that was about all. I guess school got a bit much lately, too, so- maybe everything was bottling up, kinda.”

Your mom smiled warmly at you, seemingly relieved about your answer. “Just remember that you don’t skip too much school. I’m happy that you spend time with friends again, just- don’t let it become a habit, okay?”

“Yeah, sure” you said awkwardly.

“By the way, how is [Y/BF/N] doing? He’ll graduate at the end of the school year, right? It’s been a while since he was here the last time.” Suddenly you remembered your muted phone in your bag and felt instantly sick to your stomach. You’d ignored him the entire day. You didn’t answer him once. A feeling of dizziness creeped up on you but you tried to push it away until your mom would’ve left the room. “He- he’s doing fine. Lots of studying, you know, that’s why we spend the weekends at his place so often.” At least it wasn’t a complete lie. Full story would’ve been that he wanted you over all the time so the two of you couldn’t be ‘bothered’ by people you might know from school, or – in his mind an even worse thing – encounter some of your friends who could distract you from him.

It was still kinda amazing to you how he’d managed to convince your parents (and his parents) that it would be alright for you to stay over night on the weekends. On the other hand had he managed to draw you into this toxic circle, too, even though you’d never thought that someone could make you so dependant on them.

“Well, tell him to come over again, soon! Maybe you can invite Cyrus, too, so they can get to know each other!” You didn’t answer that one. If there was one fucking thing on this planet that you would never do, it was inviting your massively controlling boyfriend to the same dinner table as your rebellious, foul-mouthed best friend.

Your mom stood up from your bed and went to your bedroom door. “I’ll go and get us some dinner really quick, do you want anything specific?” she asked as she was halfway out of the room. You were shaking your head in denial, you weren’t hungry right now anyways. She closed the door behind her and left you with your emerging anxiety. Your body temperature switched from hot to cold way too rapidly as you got your bag and looked for your phone. You felt like throwing up before you eventually unlocked it.

231 new messages.

48 missed calls.

‘Fucking hell’ you thought to yourself, feeling the happiness of before being slowly pushed back. With shaking hands, you opened your messenger app, your thumb hovering over your boyfriend’s chat. You felt seriously ill.

This cycle couldn’t go on any longer. This was insane. And you didn’t want this beautiful day to be taunted by the ongoing insults and apologies of your boyfriend. With a frantic growl you first threw your phone and then yourself onto your bed. “This can’t go on like this” you said to yourself. Again, you reached for your phone and stared at the massive number of unread messages before your eyes noticed a new chat at the very top you hadn’t seen in months. Excitedly and without a second thought you opened the chat.

Cyrus: [6.50pm] hey stranger!

Cyrus: [6.51pm] u know i’ve been thinking

Cyrus: [6.53pm] do u think we could drug him n send him to some abandoned island?

You grinned at Cyrus’ suggestion while quickly replying him back.

You [7.21pm] maybe, but isn’t that kinda illegal?

Cyrus [7.22pm] but that’s where the fun kicks in!

Cyrus [7.22pm] but if that’s too much for u

Cyrus [7.23pm] what do u think we should be doin?

Before you even knew it, you spent the rest of the night in a never-ending conversation with Cyrus about the when, how and what. You’d never felt better before going to bed in a while. The dreaded messages didn’t cross your mind a single time before you fell asleep.

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A/N: I am incredibly sorry for the long absence! I was very busy with this 15 page paper for university throughout the entirety of September and then the new Semester hit me in the face at full force. Also, I wasn’t completely convinced of this part so far plus I hit some kind of a writer’s block midway through the next part. I hope I’ll be able to post a bit more again, christmas break is about to hit and I want to get some more parts out hopefully!

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animaginistgalaxy · 7 years ago

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if you’re reading this

a lump sum of money is on the way to you

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animaginistgalaxy · 7 years ago

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so obviously I’m fucking stupid and almost lost access to this blog after only two weeks because I forgot my mail adress--

thank god I was able to somehow figure out my own e-mail again hhh--

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A Way Out [Cyrus x Reader [13RW]] Part 2

- A Way Out - [Part 2]

The entire car ride you didn’t say a word to each other. Your eyes were glued to the passing by town while your hands were tightly gripping your bag. You were wondering where Cyrus was heading to, but you didn’t want to break the silence. But wait, that was wrong. You couldn’t break the silence. All these times you’d imagined walking up to Cyrus and just talking to him as though nothing had ever happened came to your mind, but this was nothing like this. You didn’t feel uncomfortable to sit next to him, it just felt – weird.

Cyrus eventually stopped the car and it took you a while to recognize where he’d brought you to. It was your hideout at the old mill, a couple miles outside of town. Before you started to drift apart, the two of you would spend almost every day here. During the sunny days you’d sit outside, enjoying each other’s company and during the rainy days you’d seek shelter in the mill. Of course, it was most likely to be some restricted area and probably pretty fucking dangerous to be in there, but you’d never been caught, so it was just fine for the two of you.

The mill was the place for both of you when life just took an overwhelming turn and, most importantly, it was your special place. Many days you would listen to Cyrus, him telling you about the messy divorce of his parents after his mom had decided to leave them for someone else. It was at times like these where he was showing a different side of himself. Other days, he’d be listening to you, about how you sometimes hated your work at Monet’s or how you felt as though your parent’s marriage was about to go down. Sometimes you even felt as though your problems were only bullshit compared to his, but he never complained, because to him your ramblings never were bullshit.

But now it had been months since you’d been here and you found yourself wondering if Cyrus had moved on to spend time with Tyler here, now that they’d turned out to be friends, or – which seemed to be even worse to you – if Cyrus had came here all by himself, thinking what he had done to you to deserve your horrible treatment when, in fact, he had done nothing wrong at all. He had tried to be your friend all the time and you’d pushed him away because – you stopped in your thoughts and tried to find a reason as to why you’d pushed him away in the first place.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Cyrus shuffling out of the car and slamming his door shut. Finally, you remembered how to move and you followed him out.

Cyrus was wandering around the gravelled path, his hands hidden in his pockets, looking down at his boots. “It’s- it’s been a while since I was at this place.” Again, you didn’t know what to say, so you just said what came to your mind randomly. A nervous chuckle escaped your lips, but you cut it off immediately when you saw Cyrus stopping in his tracks.

“Yeah. You know what’s also been a while?” He looked you straight in the eye for the first time since your encounter in the hallway. You were perplexed by his question and stayed silent. “It’s been a long fucking while since you talked to me” he said when you didn’t answer. “Fuck, I mean, it’s been a while since you even fucking looked at me.” You winced at his words that pierced you like small daggers again.

“[Y/N], what the fuck happened to you? You just disappeared! I tried to reach out to you all these times and you just turned your back on me! You know how I felt? I felt like a fucking loser you just get rid of once you find someone better to be around!” You could feel and hear his anger, but you didn’t dare to interrupt him. You knew all along that something like this would happen if you’d ever have the courage to talk to Cyrus again and you knew that it was well-deserved. So, you just stood in silence while Cyrus was furiously walking up and down, the gravel crushing under his boots.

“I tried to talk to you in school and you’d just fucking run away from me! What the actual fuck did I ever do to you to deserve this? Weren’t you telling me that we’d go through every-fucking-thing together? That you’d never leave me behind, no matter what’d happen? Bullshit. It’s all bullshit! I don’t even know why I still tried to be your friend after you first started ignoring my messages! Or when you’d get some lame fucking excuse so you didn’t have to talk to me!

You know what, [Y/N]?! You’re a fucking asshole! You’re just like all these fucking assholes in school who call me and my friends ‘freaks’ and get away with everything! You are just like these motherfuckers we hated before you turned into one of them!”

Finally, Cyrus stopped his rant and looked at you again, his eyes trying to capture yours, trying to figure out what was going on inside of you. Out of reflex, you avoided his piercing look in some desperate attempt to hide your tears. He was right about everything he’d said to you, he was right to be mad at you and still, you couldn’t look him straight in the eye. You wanted to say something but you didn’t know what. Your head was empty and you’d no idea how you could explain yourself. But worst of all, you felt scared.

You didn’t feel scared because you thought that Cyrus would harm you, but you felt scared because him yelling at you reminded you of all these times [Y/BF/N] had yelled at you for the smallest of things. You felt helpless and you hated yourself for that one, too, because in the past, things like these’d never affected you like this. But now, after months of abuse – months that felt as though your mind no longer belonged to you – just a fragile mess was left behind. You felt like a defenceless animal, pushed into a corner by a predator.

“I’m sorry-“ you managed to say with a trembling voice. “Cyrus, I- I know that I’m an asshole. I know. I fucking hate myself for it. I hate myself for so many things. But- but I just feel like I don’t even know who I am anymore! I feel like- like my head isn’t my own anymore, as if someone else is controlling it for me and making decisions for me! There’s this fucking stranger in my mind that I just can’t get rid of because I don’t know how to get him out! I don’t know how to get out! I don’t know how to leave when I wanna leave! I don’t know what I’m doing! I just can’t get him fucking out!”

The more you talked, the more you grew upset. By now, you couldn’t hold the tears back any longer and they’re flowing down your cheeks in never-ending streams. You hugged yourself in some desperate attempt to keep you up on your trembling legs. All these emotions you’d try to hide from anyone who could’ve helped you came out now.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. You could smell deodorant and a faint chemical scent of fabric paint, both being overpowered by the smell of a leather jacket. Cyrus hugged you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head while you burrowed your face in his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and let all the pain out.

The two of you stood like this for what seemed like an eternity, before you let go of him hesitantly. Keeping your eyes fixated on his shirt – which was now showing some dark spots from where your tears had landed – you uttered a small “Sorry-“.

Cyrus lifted your head with one hand, the other still placed around your waist firmly. “Don’t you fucking dare saying ‘sorry’.” He paused for a second, rethinking what he’d just said, before he corrected himself: “I mean, if you wanna apologize for that part where you ignored me for months then, yeah, seems legit, but don’t apologize for crying for fuck’s sake.” You cracked a small smile at him, feeling kind of relieved. You’d hurt him a lot and you were pretty sure that he was still mad about all of it but still was he trying to comfort you. Successfully.

“Yeah, I- I’m sorry for everything I did, I mean- for avoiding you and- being a shitty friend and stuff-” you said awkwardly, returning his gaze. You wiped away your tears and looked down on your hand. Black eyeliner and mascara were covering your fingertips and you groaned “Fuck” when you saw it. “I must look like fucking Alice Cooper right now.” Cyrus chuckled, letting go off your waist, saying: “Who the fuck cares, it’s punk rock, [Y/N].” You felt a grin creeping on your lips and when the two of you looked at each other, both of you started laughing.

It felt so unfamiliar and still, it left you feeling so much better. The last time you’d been laughing like this was probably months ago. You felt a bit closer to being yourself again.

Eventually, the laughter turned into smaller chuckles until it faded away. A moment of silence occurred, but it was nothing like the tense silence from before. This silence felt- easier.

“[Y/N]” Cyrus began, “what happened to you?”

You sighed. You’d known all along that this question would come up eventually but you’d never figured out where to start. “I don’t know, it’s- so much has happened. I seriously don’t know where to fucking start.” You looked at Cyrus helplessly with an apologetic look on your face. Instead of saying anything, he grabbed your hand and pulled you over to a bordering meadow, sitting down and hinting for you to do the same. You sat down next to him, picking some blades of grass randomly.

“Maybe start at the beginning” Cyrus suggested, trying to look you in the face until you returned his look. You took a deep breath, before you started telling him everything.

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A Way Out [Cyrus x Reader [13RW] Imagine] Part 1

Premise:

You and Cyrus used to be best friends, but as you slipped into an abusive relationship without realizing it at first, you two start to drift apart.

The story sets in at the beginning of Season 2, when you finally decide to get out of your relationship and reconnect with your former best friend after months of silence.

Maybe he can even help you to get out of that toxic cycle?

Warnings: (mentally) abusive/toxic relationships, harsh language (probably adding more but I’m not sure?? We’ll see where things are going!)

[Y/N] = Your Name; [Y/BF/N] = Your boyfriend’s name (I didn’t want to pair you up with an already existing 13RW character for that relationship. Even though I can imagine that some of them might follow this controlling pattern just fine, I didn’t want to give them any non-canon characteristics. Also I’m just plain bad with coming up with fake names. I let you decide if you like it that way or if I should change this to an actual name later on! Just note: it’s a non-existing character!)

- A Way Out [Part 1] -

Letting out an annoyed groan, you slammed your locker door shut. Your phone was buzzing constantly in your bag, signifying that your boyfriend was experiencing a meltdown again. By meltdown, you meant the behaviour that he’d started showing when the two of you were dating for about three months: sending you constant messages whenever you were on your break to check up on you, wanting to know what you’re doing or who you’re with. This would become even worse when the two of you were having a fight. Which, by now, was the constant state your relationship was existing in.

By now you were ignoring him for almost twelve hours straight and he had reached a point of insanity. Since you’d woken up this morning he was constantly sending you messages in regular intervals, the occasional phone call being for diversion, trying to figure out what you were doing. More importantly, though, who could potentially be with you. As if it would be that important, you didn’t have any friends left anyway to spend your free time with.

Frowning, you got out your phone and unlocked it.

54 new messages.

6 missed calls.

You didn’t want to open them because then he would know that you’d read them. But you didn’t want him to know. You wanted him to understand that you weren’t giving in this time and that you couldn’t continue on living in this micorcosm he wanted you to live in.

Contemplating whether you should open the messages or not, phone still in hand (you glanced over some of the messages he’d sent to you

[10.56 am] ‘[Y/N]!’

[10.55 am] ‘Please answer me.’

[10.54 am] ‘Listen, I’m sorry about the last one.‘

10.53 am] ‘Stop being such a fucking bitch!‘),

your eyes wandered around, scanning numerous faces, some of them familiar, some of them not. Your eyes came to a halt at two boys walking inside the school. One being lanky with spiky black hair and a leather jacket who was talking to a taller, even lankier guy with curly brown hair. Both proudly wore grey shirts with red fabric paint on it that spelled out ‘Assholes’.

Cyrus had moved on, he had found himself a replacement for you. A new best friend. And as it seemed, they were having a blast. You couldn’t even blame him, and you weren’t bitter about it, too. It was a natural reaction to your shitty behaviour of the last months. You were the one who’d abandoned him suddenly.

Looking at Cyrus and Tyler at the end of the hall, you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. Thinking that you abandoned your best friend for a guy that was treating you like shit – it had dawned on you several times that you did something wrong. But because you knew that you’d been the one that had fucked up everything, you never had the courage to go up to Cyrus and explain yourself. You could never bring yourself to tell him that you were a fucking idiot, that it was horrible to leave him standing in the rain like this and that you wanted to make things up to him. That you wanted your best friend back.

You shook your head, trying to shake off the tears that were dwelling in your eyes and looked down at your phone. You unlocked it and looked at the flood of messages again. Suddenly, sadness turned into anger.

You hated yourself for being so anxious around him all the time. Before this relationship you’d never been like this. It felt like you’d lost yourself. You hated him for keeping you away from your friends, and most importantly, from your best friend. And you hated yourself even more for the fact that you’d allowed him to keep you from your best friend. But what you hated the most about this entire thing was your fear of breaking it off.

Sometimes you stayed up all night long, staring at the dark ceiling of your room, your mind going in circles, trying to figure out why the hell you were staying with this guy. Going over all the times he didn’t want you to go out or blaming you for being yourself and living your life.

But it was the same conclusion all the time: you hadn’t realized the signs at first. You were too blinded by that first relationship, that first love, that you didn’t understand at first that he was manipulating you into believing that you needed him. He controlled every minute of your life, even when he wasn’t around. A part of you – a part that had grown bigger and bigger the more time had passed – was glad that he was living in another town, attending another high school. You could only imagine how things could be so much worse if he would attend Liberty High as well. But created this fact a better situation in general? Not really.

He would ask you why you were home later than usual, why you didn’t reply his texts immediately, why you were treating him so horribly by ignoring him - himself ignoring the fact that there sometimes was no chance for you to text him while you were at work at Monet’s or in class. It was always you to blame and you let it happen. Whenever you tried to speak up about him guilt tripping you, he would turn angry at you and guilt trip you even further into this toxic cycle by telling you that “if you weren’t happy with this relationship, you should just break up with him”. And as soon as he’d pushed you to your breaking point, he’d comfort you again. Telling you that everything’s gonna be alright, you just needed to change. You just needed to stop making trouble. Because you loved him, right? You didn’t want him to leave. Right? In fact, he knew very well that you couldn’t bring yourself to actually leave him because he knew your weaknesses all too well.

You saw your own reflection in your dark phone screen. Heavy bags under your eyes signified your lack of sleep that you couldn’t even cover up with all the concealer known to mankind. Eyes, void of any life or happiness, completely different to what they once were. And pale, sick-looking skin, due to that constant exhaustion, that constant controlling, that constant blaming and fighting.

You hated the person you’d turned into. You hated the person he had turned you into.

You put your phone into your bag after silencing it. You knew that these 54 messages wouldn’t be the only messages you’d receive today but you didn’t want to let that get to you. While silencing your phone and throwing it in your bag, your feet had started moving towards a certain punk boy. It wasn’t a conscious decision you’d made, but it was the only decision that felt right. You gripped your bag a bit tighter while you made your way across the hall.

When only a few steps separated you and Cyrus, you opened your mouth to greet him like you’d always done in the past. You wanted to say ‘Hi’, you wanted everything to be as it always was, before all the bullshit had happened and, most importantly, you wanted him to forgive you. But no words came out. They were stuck in your throat and you felt like choking.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’, you asked yourself.

Before you could do anything, though, before Cyrus could even spot you in the crowd of chatting students, it was Mr Porter who appeared behind the two. “Mr Down?” he called out. Both, Tyler and Cyrus turned around to face the student counsellor, who looked at Tyler specifically, saying “My office” before leaving into the direction of his office. A part of you was feeling lucky about this coincidence, ready to bail out and run away before Cyrus could potentially spot you. Tyler gave a quick look to Cyrus and then followed Mr Porter into his office.

It was this moment, though, that Cyrus turned around again to continue on with his day, when he suddenly saw you standing in front of him.

You looked at each other and you felt lost in the moment. You should’ve left when you still had the chance! How the hell do you talk to someone you were once so close with after months of mere co-existing? You were hoping for Cyrus to say something, maybe even just ignoring you and walking past you, but he seemed just as bewildered as you in that very moment.

You didn’t really know what to say but you knew that plain staring wouldn’t help anyone, just as you couldn’t again walk away, so, taking a deep breath you finally got some words out:

“Can- can I talk to you for a moment?” Your voice sounded like it didn’t even belonged to you, but it seemed to snap Cyrus back into reality and his surprised look changed into something different. Hurt. He adjusted the strap of his backpack and seemed to take a deep breath before answering you: “So you talk to me again?” These words cut you like knives. They weren’t even particularly mean, maybe a bit passive-aggressive, but it was the truth, and that’s why they hurt so much.

You opened your mouth but then closed it again. You felt – and probably looked – like a stranded fish that tried to breathe. “Yeah – seems like I do…” There was a moment of awkward silence between the two of you before Cyrus nodded, a look on his face you couldn’t quite interpret and signifying with a gesture of his hand to follow him out of the school building, towards the parking lot.

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A/N: ‘sup everyone! I thought about opening my own imagine blog for a while now and here we go. It’s been a while since I wrote something creatively the last time, so I believe I’m quite rusty, but I hope it’s still somewhat entertaining. I wanted to start my new writing adventure with an imagine of everyone’s favourite punk boy Cyrus as this story was going around in my mind for a while now and finally, I had the courage to write it down! This’ll be a kinda lengthy story (I already wrote like 4 parts down but going back and forth everytime to fix certain stuff) but I hope you guys won’t mind and enjoy this adventure!Ideas and opinions are welcome 24/7 as I wanna grow and expand my writing skill as much as I can!

I really hope it was only semi-enjoyable to read, I’d love to hear from you if you liked it or not, even though it’s hard to judge from this one part alone, haha---

So yeah, wish you all a great weekend still!

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