Annika remembers being told in a health class once, during a small "Self-Defense" lesson that the best chance of survival when kidnapped is to never let the captors take you to a second place.
Does returning to the first initial place count as the second? Or would this be the third?
Upon returning to the home where she had run from that morning, it looked as if nothing changed, the lights were still on, and breakfast plates were still on the table ready to have food placed on them.
She chews her bottom lip trailing Liam further into the room, he has Thomas asleep in his arms, he presses his lips to Thomas' forehead before handing him to the other man in the room with a silent goodbye.
Turning to fully address Annika, Liam raises an eyebrow, "Hungry?"
Niall lays Thomas in the crib gently, he lingers once the boy is out of his arms staring lovingly at him. A smile tugs on his lips, he had always wanted a family.
He brushes hair from Thomas' face kissing his temple before leaving him to rest for a mid-morning nap.
Leaving the door open ajar, he begins downstairs pausing when he hears a hushed voice,
"S-She'll be looking for us, t-they'll find us,"
Niall feels himself grimace at the words knowing that pain of wanting to desperately believe that someone, anyone, would come to save you. It's heartbreaking to truly know the fate of the girl and boy had already been decided and there wasn't a chance for Nikole to be a hero.
Liam chews his bottom lip taking a seat across from Annika, he sets the plate of toast in front of her with a reassuring smile, "Do you really think that?"
The girl's face pales, she reaches for the toast, her eyebrows furrowed, "I-I,"
"Do you really think she's looking for you?"
Meeting the chocolate eyes staring at hers for a response, her shoulder's slag in the seat, tears pricking her own emerald orbs as reality hits, "N-No,"
>Really small, something I could type on my phone while waiting for my laptop to be repaired. Next one coming really soon, I swear, All the love Emma :)
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FanfictionA crooked smile brightens his face, he's standing with his arms outstretched beckoning her to come forward to him. Horrified she can't seem to tear her eyes away from the mirror. She stands with her black locks curled resting on her shoulders, brigh...
