Dear Evan Hansen One Shots // Treebros

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      Connor always saw Evan Hansen in the hallways. It was hard not to, he was incredibly attractive to Connor. He always frowned to see the boy more cowardly and covered in what looked like bruises and hickeys every day. He never had the courage to approach him, he was thought of as the "stoner" type so he kept his distance. It wasn't until one day that Connor couldn't help but step in.

      "You piece of shit! Go fucking die for all I care, you wish you could deserve me!" It was late after school and Connor had just finished a test he had missed, and as he was walking down the hallway he overheard yelling and couldn't help but listen in. 

      "Listen, I'm really sorry... P-Please don't hit me! I'll go... I'll go!" A voice cried out, Connor's attention heightened as he recognized it as Evan's.

      "Get out. Don't come crying back to me for sex." He saw Evan get pushed out of the doorway, the door slamming behind him. Connor made quick eye contact with Evan before he saw him run down the hall.

     "W-Wait! Wait up! Hey!" Connor called after him, sprinting after the boy. He slowed down as he saw him go into the bathroom, trailing in quietly after him. 

      "Hansen... Evan Hansen, right? I know you're in here. Shit. That sounded creepy. I mean, I'm here to help." Connor's voice echoed into the concrete walls, hearing a sniffling from the last stall.

     "Can I come in...?" 

      "You don't want to, Murphy." Evan managed to choke out, his breaths sharp as he tried to talk through the tears. He dragged his fingernails across his skin, leaving bright red marks over his bruises. 

      "I want to help if I can."

      "No one should want to help me." Evan snapped, Connor rolling his eyes and walking in. He sat down across from Evan, looking at him. He studied the marks on his skin, frowning. Evan's eyes were dark and tired from no sleep and tears. 

       "I do. Wanna talk?"

      "No."

      "Evan. What the hell just happened." Evan could tell that Connor wasn't asking, and he hid his face to avoid answering.

      "I'm not leaving you here, sorry."

      "You don't even know me."

      "I-I'd like to... Or at least help someone out if I can." Connor murmured, pretending to play with his hair to try to break the awkward tension between the two boys. Evan sighed, swiping at his eyes to try to end the tears quickly before he started.

      "Okay, fine. That was my... boyfriend. So if you're a homophobic asshole, get out. "Mister" Sweeney, Ram, is who I am in a "relationship" with." Evan managed to stumble out, looking up to Connor to see his eyes wide with shock.

      "Isn't he at least ten years older than-"

     "Yup. It's whatever. He offered me "love" and I took it... We have, sorry, had sex a lot. Whenever he felt like it. He got himself off on me and then left, maybe staying for round two. But... He said he loved me... Which no ones ever done... So I-I believed him. He beat me whenever I told him no to anything, I guess I deserved it for falling for him." Connor sat with his head in his hands, trying to comprehend what Evan was saying. 

      "I'm so sorry... Please tell me that was you guys breaking up." Connor's voice had a plead in it, and Evan shook his head.

      "Just one of our bigger fights. It's never really... Gotten that bad. I want to leave him, I want to leave him." Evan repeated out loud. It was the first time he had the confidence to admit that to himself and felt immediately guilty. He hid deeper into the corner of the stall, but he felt Connor move closer to him.