"Troye?"

That was the one word.

The one word she said before her heart ripped in two.

She watched her son, helpless.

She watched as her son crumbled on to the floor; he sobbed and he kicked and he screamed and he scratched.

The tears in her eyes formed a raging ocean, her hands shook as her throat grew dry.

What could she do?

She could do nothing.

What could she say?

She could say nothing.

She felt useless, worthless and like she herself had caused this mess.

"I shouldn't.. have.." She gulped. "I shouldn't have said anything, Troye."

He froze, his arms wrapped around his frail body like a straight jacket.

"Tyler?" She pleaded.

Tyler was still also, he did not know what to do. He ran his hands over his head and through his hair, which was now drenched in nervous sweat.

"Both of you?" She was in despair, her hands shaking as she brought her arms up in an attempt to embrace Troye.

He shrank away.

"You should have told me. I should have known. I'm your mother, Troye? Your mother. I need to know this. I need to know these things. Please. I need to hold

you. I need to hold my baby. Troye, please? I just want to hold you."

Troye remained where he was, his facial expression unchanged.

"What is done is done, I just want to be with you, Troye. I should have known, I should have stopped you. Please, Troye? Can't you even look at me?"

He still did not move.

There was a knock at the door.

Tyler walked quickly to it and opened it, revealing his mum.

"Great. Fucking brilliant." He sighed, throwing his hands up into the air.

"Tyler! That is no way to speak to me! Or about me!" She exclaimed. "What is it, babey?" She asked, looking at his face.

He said nothing, he just gestured to the kitchen.

She trotted in with gift bags in hand.

Gasping, she ran up to Troye and grabbed him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"So my son will resort to you for comfort and still will not even look at me?" Laurelle was distressed and torn up, her hands clenched whilst her arms were

hanging down.

"Ssshh." Jackie calmed her, leaving Troye to Tyler as she whisked her away into the lounge.

"It could have been worse." Tyler tried to reassure him, who was still standing in the exact same spot.

"How exactly?" He whispered, his eyes to the ceiling. He fell into Tyler's arms and shivered "I just want to go home."

"What do you mean? You are home?" Tyler drew back, hurt.

"Yes. No. I meant that. I meant I wished she would just go home. No. Home. Just. Home." He mumbled, delirious.

"Come with me." Tyler said, calm, leading him into the lounge.

Jackie and Laurelle sat on one sofa, the boys sat on another opposite.

Jackie nodded at Tyler, he had done the right thing by putting him and his mum into the same room, they needed to talk and sort this; somehow.

"Troye.." Jackie encouraged.

"What am I supposed to say?!" He exclaimed.

"Tell me why. Tell me why you did this. Tell me why you did this and didn't tell me. Tell me why I didn't deserve to know." Laurelle spoke, her voice catching with

every word.

"Is that what you think? Was that your immediate reaction? That I thought you didn't deserve to know this? Deserve? What kind of word is that? I didn't tell

you because I love you! I didn't tell you because I was scared and anxious and ... I didn't want to do this to you! I didn't want to do this to any of you! You,

mum! Tyler! Jackie! Dad! Anyone! I didn't want to. I'm just so scared." His voice faded on those four words, Tyler held him close for comfort.

"But.. but... why? You were such a happy kid. In your own world of music and films and friends and... happiness."

"I'm not a child anymore."

"So this was your way of showing me? Was it?!"

"No!" Troye shook harder and harder, his face flushing a deep, uncontrollable red. "I... Mum... No!"

"Sssshh." Tyler took over. "Troye was a victim to cyber bulling on everything. Everything. Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, and . It wasn't something he did to

deliberately hurt anyone, he did it out of despair and pain."

"Where were you then? Tyler? Why couldn't you have stopped this?!"

"If you don't mind me saying, Mrs Mellet, I think that is completely out of order. As if my own guilt isn't enough, with you giving me more. I was out shopping, I

know ... last minute present shopping is lazy... but I was gone for over 3 hours! Do you really think, if I knew Troye was vulnerable, I would leave him for that

amount of time? Do you really think, if I knew the state he was in, I would have deserted him?"

"Right now, Tyler, I don't know what to think."

"Here's something to ponder upon. I 'm assuming that you all feel that Troye needs protection and guidance and support? Yes?" He received nods from Jackie

and Laurelle. " He needs to feel safe, within a circle of trust, we need to show patience and be there every time he feels low. But most of all, we need to show

him love."