I forced myself through the void of the corrugated building, my coat getting caught on a blunt piece of metal, causing me to tug at it until I was freed. The air felt chilly, damp even. Tasha struggled through the gap before stumbling on her unbalanced feet as she entered the desolate, eerie building. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, barely feeling it as my hand was so numb from the cold. I turn my torch on and turned it around the room I was in. It was greater than I thought. It consisted of rusted-over machines. I had no time to wonder what their former purpose was as I shone my torch at a figure that was bound to an aged wooden chair. Their hands were fastened to the back of the chair with filthy rags, another rag around their mouth. I figure seemed to be asleep, its head nodded to one side. My heart fell to the ground as I acknowledged who the figure was. James Cook.
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Shit happens ✧ *:✧・゚* Skins gen 2 • James Cook • Effy Stonem • Freddie McClair
FanfictionIndia Jones' journey of loving James Cook. Contains, sex, drugs, parties, death, teenagers and even delves into backstories of trauma. Grab your tissues, this is heart wrenching story. ITS REALLY CHEESY AND CLICHE, DEFFO A WARMING STORY NOT TO B...