Held Captive

The Best Kind Of Torture

Vixen has been gone for a week now and nobody knows where he is. Zane and Jackson sit across from me trying his cell for the hundreth time. Why is he doing this to them? They care about him and he leaves them without so much as a goodbye. I'm trying to get a good picture of him in my head before I have to start being nice to him but it's really hard when he hasn't shown me anything but angry, aggressive Vixen.

I look down at the time and see 10 pm flash across the screen. "You guys should go, we'll try again in the morning." 

"You shouldn't be here alone" Zane quips. I give him a hug. "I'm not alone. I have Drew and the rest of the security detail. I'm fine."

"Call us if you need anything. I mean it." Jackson hugs me. 

"Ok." 

They leave and I make my way towards Vixens bedroom. I've been sleeping there since he went missing. Zane, Jackson and I have become extremely close while we were looking for Vixen this week. We just click like we've been friends forever.

I lay down and do my quick check-in with Gwen before slowly starting to drift asleep. 

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My eyes slowly open as they try to adjust to the sun coming in through the balcony. I then smell a sweet aroma coming from the kitchen. Wait... who's here besides me. I throw on a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt and make my way towards the smell.

"Drew are you there?" I say as i make my way around the corner and see the last person I thought i'd see.

"I figured you were still here." Vixen mumbles. I walk towards him until the only thing seperating us is the island. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" I cross my arms. He looks up at me with a bored expression on his face.

"It means that your stupid. You should have run the first chance you got" 

He pushes a plate of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon my way. "Since you're here though. Eat."

I sit down and try not to let his words faze me. "Where have you been?" I ask the million dollar question.

"If you needed to know, you would." 

"Vixen, Zane and Jackson-"

"Already know."

I'm confused then nod. He must have told them first. I look at him as he moves around the kitchen with ease as if he never left. He gathers up my plate and starts to rinse everything off. 

"Let me help." I come to stand right next to him. He sucks in a breath and takes a step back as if he's trying to get away from me but still lets me help. Him rinsing the dishes and me putting them into the dishwasher feels oddly normal. Like we've done this a million times before.

There's a long moment of silence, the only sound being the plates hitting eachother. I don't say anything as he wipes the counters down until he abruptly stops, his muscles tense as he stares at the marble like it's the most fascinating thing. 

"I wanna see it." He grits. I immediately go to protest but think better of it. I slowly peel my bandage away and turn to the side so he can see it better.

His eyes turn dark as he stares down at it. It's so silent you could hear a pin drop. I wished nothing more in that moment than for him to say something. 

I cover up the still very present bruise with my hand and open my mouth to tell him it's not his fault. 

"Don't," He grits as if knowing exactly what I was going to say. He pries away my hand and I don't protest as he stares at it longer than I would have liked. "I did that to you."