Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 4.

9th October 2016

9:30pm

Troye's POV

I woke up.

The gun shot had sent me to the floor, the loud bang and the shock of the situation knocking me out immediately, casing me to fall back into my shielding corner I was hiding behind. I had only been out of it for a few minutes, my vision blurry as I checked the time on my phone.

I wasn't sure whether to come out. I was so scared, still shaking as I looked across the room the best I could. I could hear a faint noise, that was all. Jc, kian and Sawyer were no where to be seen, obviously fleeing from the scene, after probably murdering someone.

Murder.

I was involved in a murder. I hadn't done anything, but I couldn't help but think it was my fault. If I hadn't have gone inside, if we had picked another day, that old woman may have not been shot. That old woman may have lived.

I heard the noise again.

It sounded like soft sobbing, and for a minute I wasn't sure if the woman was dead, maybe she woke up. I couldn't see her from my hiding spot, and suddenly my heart was beating again. What if I could save her?

I was still violently shaking, and my hands gripped the metal bars in front of me. I felt like I was going to pass out again, and throw up at the same time. I couldn't deal with all this stress, it was too much for one human to handle!

I furiously rubbed the tears from my eyes, and stood up against the counter, still not daring to look.

When I finally did, my eyes felt heavy once again, and I fell back into the counter. My heart felt like it had stopped, and suddenly breathing was very hard.

There was someone stood over the woman.

It was a boy, his shoulders trembling as he sobbed. He was grabbing his phone, desperately punching numbers into its keypad. How had he not noticed me? I was standing about five foot behind him.

For some reason, what I did next was weird. Instead of hiding again, sitting it out until the cops came, I stepped forward, stumbling over to where he stood, positioning myself behind him. I had a sudden urge to help him, as his frail body looked too frightened to fight, and he looked too scared to handle this alone. I was scared too, and right now I needed a human, anyone to tell me this was all a bad dream.

"W-who are y-you?" I stuttered, reaching my hand out to pull the phone away from him. It wasn't until now that he turned around, noticing my presence as he froze still.

I suddenly realised this was a bad idea, my heart pounding again as he stared at me. To be honest, my face was covered by the balaclava, so he seemed more scared than relived to see me, reaching my hand out to his shaking figure.

I suddenly realised I had fucked up.

"I-" I tried to explain myself, but before I could say another word, those green orbs of his turned dull, and he crumpled to the floor, landing just against my feet.

Shit.

"Oh my god are you okay?" I fretted, now crouching down to his side. He was out cold, and with his eyes closed, I got a good look at him. His blood stained shirt and hands seemed so delicate, and his mousy brown hair slid down against his forehead. He was almost cute. But, of course this was not the time.

I shook him lightly, trying to wake him so we could escape, but it was no use. He was completely motionless, taking short, shallow breaths. If he woke up, I'm sure he wouldn't come with me anyway. I was part of the gang. I suppose.

Speaking of the gang, I wondered where they were. Surely they wouldn't have left me? Surely they couldn't have got away that fast? Maybe they were looking for me, trying to figure out my hiding place.

After all, I was good at hiding.

Flashback.

"There you are my love." He said, squeezing my cheek as I sat in front of him. His tight grip on my arm loosened, and my body finally relaxed, the pain subsiding as he stepped away. "You won't ever run again when I want you, will you?" He spoke firmly, his piercing eyes cutting through my soul.

"N-no" I stuttered, placing his cigarettes back in front of him. "I g-got you t-these to m-make up f-for it." I smiled, my shaky hand retrieving itself as he stepped closer.

"Thank you Troye." He said, placing the contraband in his desk draw. "Now tell me, how shall I punish you this time?" He smirked, twirling one of my brown locks in his fingers. I would have pulled away but the consequences would be worse.

"I-I don't k-know?" I whimpered, covering my eye as his face grew with fury.

"What do you mean you don't-"

*knock knock*

"Quick Mellet, hide!" He whisper shouted, sharply pushing me away from him, as I crouched into a new hiding place. I was good at hiding you see.

I wished I didn't have to hide, and I wished he really loved me. But I was facing facts.

I was his dirty little secret.

And that's all I would ever be.

I shook away the painful memories, fear bubbling in my stomach, as I thought about his hard, rectangular face. It was nothing like the features of this boy, delicate, fragile, soft.

I realised I had to get us out of here, and I quickly stood up again, regaining my balance as I looked around me. He was still out cold, sprawled out on his back, not far from the dead woman next to him, her blood now all over both of us.

"I-I'm sorry." I whispered to her, closing my eyes for a second. "I-I'm sorry there are such evil people in the world, and I'm sorry I couldn't have saved you." I blinked away my tears, and went back to focusing on the very much alive human, who had begun to breathe heavier. Maybe he was waking up?

"MELLET?" My head suddenly spun around to be faced with the very person I didn't want to see.

Kian Lawley.

"We have been looking all over this damn place for you, where the hell have you-" he stopped himself as he saw the figure next to me, one he had never seen before.

"Who the fuck is that?" He gulped, running over to me, and pulling me away from his body. "Shit, Troye, did he see you?" He questioned, rubbing his eyes nervously as he assessed the situation. He seemed to show no remorse for the woman laid next to him, and that sickened me.

Only two things were running through my head though. One. How could be be so heartless to kill someone. And two. I couldn't let him kill this boy. I felt a sudden need to protect him.

"N-no" I lied, hoping it would throw him off the sent. Maybe he would leave him here, leave him so he was safe, so he wasn't hurt. I couldn't see another person die, I, for some reason couldn't see this person die...

"Grab him." Kian suddenly shouted, motioning for Jc to take the boys legs. I looked up in disbelief, and swallowed my fear as I began to talk.

"W-what are y-you doing with h-him?" I asked, stroking the boys hair back, and taking hold of his upper body as we lifted him. "P-please d-don't hurt him!" I screeched, now letting the tears fall again.

"We're taking him with us." Kian whispered as we began to walk. "I'm not taking any chances." He gulped.

I silently cursed at the ceiling. I just wanted him to be safe, and for some reason I guessed it wasn't going to happen. I couldn't let anything bad happen to anyone else.

"I'll protect you." I whispered as we neared the entrance. "If it's the last thing I do."