Missing Pages (Book 2)

Rescue Me

Louis's POV~
"Thank you..by the way..you know..for saving me." I say after a long silence.

"Yeah, sure." He say dryly.

"Do you think we're gonna die here?" I ask, biting my bottom lip.

He sighs, turning over to face me. "I don't know."

It's silent for a few minutes, "I should've told him yes.." I say softly.

"What?" He asks, totally confused.

"Josh..he asked if I'd marry him someday & I should've said yes."

"Do you really want to marry him?" He asks, sitting up.

"Yes..I don't know..maybe.." Do I? Of course I do..I miss him so much..none of this would've happened if I had stayed and listened to what he had to say. I could be at home..spending Christmas with my family.

"So no." He says. "You just want to get married to someone..someday."

"No..I love josh." I state firmly, and I mean it. I miss his soft lips on mine.

"Oh really?" He asks, leaning in.

"What are you doing?" I squeak as his lips brush against mine.

This is wrong..this is so wrong.

"Showing you what you want." He says lowly, connecting my lips to his, both of us closing our eyes softly.

My body feels electrified. I know this is wrong, but I don't care anymore. If I'm gonna die, why not make the most of the time I have left?

If kissing Donny makes me feel this..alive, then so what? He tilts foreword, and I lean down until my back touches the ground. He hovers over me, his arms on either side of me, holding himself up.

"Wait, I'm..I can't." I say, breaking away from the kiss.

"Josh?"

"Josh." I repeat softly.

He shifts off of me, and lays down.

"Are you ok? I mean..Richard hurt you too." I ask, titling my head to the side to look at him.

"I'm fine, I've been through worse." He says dryly.

What's worse than this? What's worse than being kidnapped by two psychopaths and beaten? Not to mention he's already been raped twice! Twice!

Who is this kid? No the better question, who hurt this kid? Thoughts swirl around in my head for what feels like at least half an hour.

"Does he hate me?" Donny speaks through the silence.

"Who?" I ask, confused.

"Zayn."

"Probably, yeah." I answer honestly.

I hear him sigh, and shuffle around on the ground. Probably trying to get comfortable, which is virtually impossible, because this cement floor is fucking harder than shit.

"Sorry." I add, after a few minutes of silence.

"No, it's fine. You were just answering honestly." He says, sitting up.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to sit up, as a searing pain rips through my shoulder. "Ah, fuck!"

His head whips around, looking concerned. "Lay down. You need to give yourself time to heal." I lye back down, before he speaks again. "I'm looking for food."