the fight for their lives - Domas

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Thomas POV
We were still on the bus no idea where we were headed. It would be at least midnight. I looked at Chloe to see if she was ok. She had her head down looking exhausted and emotionally drained. She's cried almost the whole trip and only stopped recently. She looked up at me and I mouthed to her 'you okay?' She shook her head subtly and put her head back down to play with her fingers.

They finally pulled up the bus and the two men came back with the guns to our heads and pushed us out to the bus causing us to almost fall over. They lured us through doors and into what looked like a prison cell. A tiny room with two beds, no blanket hardly any padding, and a toilet, all in the same vicinity. And only a small, barred window showing the moonlight. They pushed us both into the cell aggressively, "if you even think about getting out, you don't wanna know what will happen"he slammed the door shut, locking the lock behind him.
I pulled Chloe into my arms and held her as tightly as I could. I felt tears well in my eyes and heard her start to sob into my shoulder. "Chloe baby, you're shaking" I said sobbing and holding her tighter. She was having a panic attack. I stroked her hair as I held her tightly. I held her until she eventually stopped.
"I don't feel well tommy" I felt her head and she felt warm.
"Is it morning sickness?" She nodded. "I've got a headache and feel nauseated" she breaks down again.
"Lay down baby, I think you need to rest" She lays down carefully and I stroke her hair as her eyes slowly close. "It's going to be ok Chloe" and I kiss her head and then her stomach.
I drag my bedding over next to her so we can be close.
I am afraid. I am scared about what will happen to us. Are they going to feed us, let us have water? I don't know. I lay here awake, I can't sleep, I'm to afraid that they will come in and... I don't even want to imagine. I can't let anything happen to Chloe, the love of my life, or our child.
My eyes eventually start to close, I couldn't keep them open much longer, I am exhausted. Drained. Are we going to survive?