Chapter 12- Mindful Talking

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Shawn's POV

Terrified; that is the only word to describe my feelings. I'm terrified that I'll never never get out; terrified of what these "doctors" want to do to me... terrified that I'll loose Niall and never see, hold or kiss him again.

These people hardly gave me any food and it was showing. I've only been here for about week and I've easily lost ten pounds. There's a bonus to that though; the handcuffs don't cut into me.

My head snapped up as I heard the door's deadbolt shift. My eyes darted over to it and I watched attentively to see the asshole "doctor" greet me with the most pathetic excuse for a smile I've ever seen.

"Hello Shawn," he menaced in a strong accent I could sort of recognize. Scottish or Northern Ireish maybe. "You know Shawn, there are really two ways this could happen; 1) You co-operate and we let you go or 2) you struggle, we beat you and you likely die. So darling, which will it be?"

I thought long and hard, "Niall, hear me" kept running through my head.

Niall's POV

"Niall, hear me" heard through Louis obnoxiously loud plan to save Shawn.

"I hear you love" I thought. This had never happened before. I didn't know telekinesis and telepathy went hand-in-hand. When Shawn responded, I was shocked. This completely narrowed down our search. "We start in Scotland," I interrupted.

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One day. That's all it took for us to discover that my love is not in Scotland. I haven't slept in three days; I refused it. We made our way across to Northern Ireland to find out what we'll discover.

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