Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 1.

9th October 2016.

8:00pm.

Troye's POV

Their eyes stare me down, their messy quiffs now covered with black hats, tightly gripping their head. I'm sat in the back of an old van, one that Kian stole a few weeks before. The floor is dirty, smothered in a thick layer of dust, which now covers my burgundy skinny jeans, turning them into an off brown colour. Much less appealing.

I look up at Sawyer, his eyes now holding a sense of nervousness as we approach the building. I don't know where we are, but I look out of the window, my gaze diverting itself from the star ridden sky, to the desolate town around us.

There are few shops in this area. The street is bare, the paths consumed by over grown trees and fallen leaves as the autumn months begin. I look over at the building in front of us. It has large, almost heavy looking doors, it's exterior looking fairly secure as I look harder. The place is pitch black, the windows only noticeable through the barbwire surrounding them.

It looks empty.

There is no life around here.

For us this is good. It will make the task easier. I quickly look down at my feet, and tie the laces on my trainers. I tie them tight, so tight that I can feel my feet suffocating. But it's worth it.

I run better that way.

I'm still trying to come to terms with where we are, when Jc knocks my arm, a smirk playing on his lips, as my startled expression meets his. He hands me a black balaclava and a piece of paper, folded into a scroll shape.

"You're going to need these." He mutters, his voice quiet, the fear of drawing attention to us still quite evident. "This is the blue print, it will guide you around the bank." He smiles, patting my shoulder.

My eyes widen.

"W-we're robbing a b-bank?" I stutter, my hands now shaking as I look across the map. There is no sign that this is a bank. The building is not big enough? Too far away from any life to have any money in it.

"Listen Mellet. We need $10,000 by the end of the night or we won't keep our part of the deal." Kian raises his voice, but soon lowers it, as the realisation of the situation hits him once again.

I nod solemnly, my fingers tracing the intricate route planned, it's twisting instructions too well designed for a minor robbery. These boys knew this bank better than I thought. I looked at each individual section, my eyes hovering over the pictures of the prized volts, hidden among the maze inside.

How did they know this?

"Are y-you sure there is n-no one there?" I questioned, my body shifting backwards, until I was huddled in the corner of the vehicle.

I watched as Kian looked at Sawyer, his muscular figure still sat against the steering wheel. His eyes looked tired, pained, as the worry consumed them.

I suppose I was not the only one having doubts.

"He has been watching him leave everyday. His smug smile only increasing as he gets into his Mercedes. It won't last for long though. Not after tonight." Kian looks devilish, his smirk dying down as I raise my eyebrows in confusion.

"Who is 'Him' kian?" I whisper, my confidence dropping slightly as I watched him rise. He shuffles closer to me, his hands fumbling with the chain around his neck. It was a dark shade of gold, long and heavy, holding a locket at the bottom of it. The jewellery was hidden well, usually tucked under his black jumper. But right now my eyes were on the locket, the locket that kian was opening in front of me.

"That's him."

He glared at the photo, a crumpled piece of paper in the middle of the heart.

I looked carefully, adjusting my eyes to the dark lighting, before staring at what seemed to be a little boy, about 6 or 7 in age, stood with an older man, smiles on both faces.

"That's his dad." Jc sighed, draping his arm over Kian's shoulder.

I looked again at the photo before watching kian retract it, holding it tightly in his palms. I knew there was something strange about him, but a broken home wouldn't have been my guess. Jc gave me a warning stare, but I ignored it, pressing my newly formed questions.

"Why would you want to steal from your dad? Does he own the bank?" I felt more confident now.

Seeing Kian Lawley fragile, was an opportunity not often witnessed.

"Just drop it okay?" Jc snarled, his glare deathly and long. "His dad owns this place, and if we get our way, we'll soon own him."

"So are you gonna do it?" Sawyer asked sceptically, fiddling with his balaclava as he spied on the building once again. "Remember Troye, you can't break the deal."

Oh the deal, the oh so precious deal.

The deal I had been forced to make to hide my secret.

My dirty little secret.

They were never supposed to find out, no one was. I was disgusting, not right in the head.

I would do anything and everything to keep it from others.

At all costs.

Flashback

"Please, please don't tell anyone!" I pleaded, wrapping my arms around my shaking figure as I edged further back into the corner.

"Maybe we will, maybe we won't..." Kian smirked, kicking the side of my leg with his foot. Gesturing for me to beg some more.

"P-ple-please" I stuttered, my tears still freely falling, as Jc began to help me to my feet.

"Under one condition Mellet." Kian seemed to ponder his thought, before placing his spider like hands on my shoulders.

"Anything" I whispered, scrunching my eyes tightly, closing my vision off. I was too scared to see their disgusted expressions.

"You do something for me." He smiled.

"Troye? Troye? MELLET!"

I was bought out of my painful daze as Sawyer shook my shoulder.

"The coast is clear Mellet. It's time to go in."

A/N

Hello my lovelies!! It's finally time to start writing this story! I'm so excited! I'm sorry it's taken so long and this first chapter is very short but with exams it's kinda hard!

This is the first chapter, so nothing has really happened yet, it's not great, but keep reading, tronnor will be introduced within the next few chapters :)

I'm uploading this chapter as a little teaser for you, but the rest of the story will unfortunately not be up until July.

It feels great to be back.

Becca xx