Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 3.

9th October 2016

8:30pm

Troye's POV

I walked slowly, taking careful steps along the marble floor. I managed to sit myself under one of the cashier points, quickly turning on my torch to read the next instruction.

'Check that the whole building is clear of any people.'

My throat seemed to lock as I thought about sudden intruders, ruining the plan altogether. What if someone else was robbing the bank? What if there was a security guard here? I fought for a breath, and I was soon clinging onto the metal bar of the cashier, trying to steady myself.

If someone caught me my life would be over.

The boys wouldn't wait for me. They would save their own skins and run. They didn't even like me. Their fists were often hitting my face through high school, their expensive trainers often leaving a bruise on my stomach.

That's right. They were my bullies.

Ever since I came out in the 7th grade, my confidence had been shattered every day, pulled away from me as I got teased and picked on for who I am. It was so hard to lose my friends, to lose my family even. Of course they accepted me, but it was never the same, it couldn't be the same.

I only had one friend.

I was their best friend they said.

They loved me more than anyone else in the world, they said.

Flashback

"You love me don't you Troye, say you love me now sweetheart." His voice was melodic, forcing me to finally open my eyes.

His mouth started to turn into that side smirk, the one that he used so often with me. I tried to look away, but his hand only cupped my chin, bringing my face towards his, so I could feel his breath on my skin.

"I love you more than the world, remember that sweetness." He whispered, his harsh grip finally leaving my body.

I nodded.

I nodded because he was right.

No one else loved me like him.

He was the only friend I deserved.

I was awoken from my thoughts by the vibration of my phone, now buzzing against my pocket. I looked up and around me, checking that I was still very much alone, before shakily typing in my password, and staring at the worst news possible.

"There is someone in the building. Hide."

My heart felt heavy as I scurried further under the furniture, my quick breaths quieting as I stopped myself from moving. I couldn't hear anyone, or see signs of any life, but I stayed as still as possible, trying to distract myself from the thought of prison, the thought of my family finding out what I did.

I quickly typed a message back to Kian, telling him I was safe, but I didn't know what else to do; there was nowhere else to hide.

I suddenly heard a noise, the laugh of an older woman, coming from my left. Her cackle was only muffled as I held my ears, my over all position a ball shape, as I curled into myself, trying to block out whatever was happening.

"I'll just go and check for you"

I heard her voice, now getting louder as she seemed to get closer to me. I heard the slam of a heavy door, and the loud clicking of heals, heading my way.

I sat straight against the wall, covering myself with the chair at the cashier. I scrunched my eyes shut as tight as I could, and prayed for the best. Maybe she wouldn't notice me? Maybe she would walk straight past?

"Who are you?"

My breath hitched, and I slowly opened my eyes, expecting a woman to be looking down at me, blowing my cover. I let the blur disappear, the grimace on my face increasing as I knew my life was over.

Nothing.

There was no one there. No one was staring at me; no one was ready to turn me in to the police.
So who was she talking to?

"Stand back!"

Kian's voice now became evident, as I heard his and Sawyer's shouts at this poor woman. I let out a quick sigh of relief, thanking god that I was still hidden, before listening back in to the conversation.

"I'm calling the police!" the woman hissed, walking close to my hiding place, as she picked up one of the phones. She didn't seem distressed, unlike me, who couldn't move. She wasn't even scared of them!

"We have a gun!" Kian fired back, running towards her and knocking the phone out of her hands. I could hear the dial tone, as it sat on the floor, just within my reach. I grabbed it quickly, Gasping as I could see a weapon revealed.

They had a gun?

I let out a shaky breath, and slid back into my hiding place, my ears now alert for the sound of a shot. I hoped they wouldn't use it, I hoped it was just a fake one, but my mind told me that it wasn't, that I was too naive to think that they would come unprepared.

This was going to turn into a murder scene if I wasn't careful, and I had to find a way to get out.

I heard them getting closer to the woman, her confident nature now turning into violent sobs as they approached her. Half of me wanted to jump out, stop the whole thing. But something inside me still thought that they may not use it, that is was just a threat.

"STOP, NO, PLEASE!" I could see them grabbing her, her wails of despair getting louder as Sawyer and Jc dragged her forward.

I could see everything now as I kneeled behind the desk, just behind them, my shaking body making no movement to get up, for the shock of the situation was too much. I felt like I was going to pass out, the whole room spinning as I felt dizzy. I blinked hard, focusing myself. I had to find an escape route, one where not one person would catch me.

"If you do what we say, we won't hurt you." Kian's voice sounded frightened, and he took a sharp breath inwards before, nodding at Sawyer, who now held the gun.

I watched the woman's tears fall, and I had to stop myself from running into the scene, but I couldn't risk it. I couldn't risk anything.

"LET GO OF ME" she screamed, flailing about against Jc's grip. I knew she was putting up a fight, and I telepathically begged her to stop. Kian was not a gang robber, he was a school boy. I could tell he didn't want to use the gun. I wasn't even sure if it was loaded!

"I'm sorry Miss, but you should have listened." Kian gulped hard, before nodding his head at Sawyer one last time.

I watched as Sawyer looked at the gun, his eyes clearly filing with tears. "I'm, sorry." He mumbled to himself, before I saw his finger on the trigger.

I couldn't look.

*BANG*

Then everything went black.

A/N

There is a Tronnor interaction in the next chapter :) you will like it hopefully! Sorry for the short chapters 😁

Becca xx