Wounded (Dylan O'Brien / Completed) #wattys2015

Outcome

Night two.

We slipped our bodies inside the bed, I rolled to one side letting out a sigh.

"You okay?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah... it's just..." I said turning to him.

"Tell me, Im here" he said with a smile.

"Im scared" I said rubbing my nose on his shoulder.

"Don't be, I'll do whatever it takes to end this, I don't want anyone else to be hurt because of me" he said patting my head, softly.

"Dylan..." I whispered he smiled.

"Do you trust me?" he said leaning closer.

"I do, of course I do" I said hugging him.

"Then don't be scared, there's only a couple days left for all this to end" he said I smiled.

"Be careful okay?" I said.

"Okay" he said smiling.

We stood there, hugging until I fell asleep.

Next morning I wope up by the smell of humid blood, I opened my eyes in desesperation but all I saw was black, I tried to move but my hands and feet were tied, suddendly I saw a light.

"Aria Miller, right?" a guy said getting nearer.

I looked at him confused, the place looked like a basement and I wasn't quite in the best conditions to answer.

"Aria, Im so sorry we had to do this but we need Dylan to do something for us and currently you're the only one to force him do it" the guy said sitting on a chair in front of me.

I kept on looking at him in shock. "Where's Dylan?" is all I could think of.

"Im sorry I'll take you somewhere else, this place isn't for ladies" he said softly taking me by the arm.

I was still tied so it took me a bit to walk, we went to an empty room, only a couch and a mirror.

"Have a seat" he said helping me with the ties, and giving me a glass of water.

"What's this?" I asked looking at him.

"Oh? So you speak after all, it's water, don't worry we don't want to kill you" he said sitting next to me.

"What's the mirror for?" I asked looking to the front where a big mirror was.

"For you to speak to Dylan" he said.

"What?" I asked confused, leaving the glass of water on the floor.

"Look" he said turning the lights off, the mirror wasn't a mirror anymore but a glass, and I could see right through it.

"Dylan!" I yelled stopping at the glass and looking at him.

He was in a chair, covered in blood and bruises, a man was standing next to him.

"He can't hear you, he thinks we're doing the same to you" the man on my room said.

"Now Dylan, will you help us?" the guy on Dylan's room asked.

"No" Dylan said when the guy punched him harder. "Where's Aria!" he yelled in pain.

"Aria will be dead if you don't cooperate" the guy told him.

"But that's not true is it?" I asked looking at the guy in my room.

"If you agree on him doing the job then we'll spare you both" the guy answered.

"But... he's the only one who can decide that... why me?" I asked glancing at him through the glass.

"You're important to him" he said.