Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 6.

10th October 2016

10:00am

Troye's POV

"Connor" He whispered. "Connor Franta"

My eyes grew wide in disbelief. I couldn't believe he was awake, and more importantly, I couldn't believe his voice was so beautiful, angelic like.

I suddenly realised I was staring into space, my vision now diverted from his eyes, as I was scared their beauty would disappear, as he got frightened, angry even.

We had just kidnapped him.

He didn't say anything after that. His eyes stayed glued on mine, his face a picture of worry and curiosity. I wasn't really a figure to be scared of, so he looked less tense as he saw my balaclava for the second time.

Kian had told us to keep them on, the reason being that if we were to let him go, our faces would not be in his head, haunting him, or a memory he could recall to the police. I think the latter was of more concern.

"A-re y-you o-okay?" I stuttered, gingerly walking up to him, as I saw his head turn to the side. "Don't worry, I-I won't h-hurt y-you." I reassured, now crouching in front of his figure.

His blood stained shirt looked like it was once fancy, his hair, once up in a quiff, now sitting on his forehead. He looked like he could have been the posh type, someone who was quite stylish.

I liked that.

Instead, his now slumped position, and his dark, dull eyes made him look exhausted, frightened and depressed, as if he had given up on himself.

He looked how I felt.

"I-If y-you're not g-gonna hurt me, w-why are y-you h-here?" His bottom lip was trembling, and he still wouldn't look me in the eyes. "I w-won't t-tell a-anyone j-just please, p-please let me g-go!" He mumbled, my heart melting as his tears reached the floor.

"I'm on your side." I said, edging closer to him as his face twisted, the confusion overriding his senses. He wasn't sure what to make of my confession, and I'm not sure he believed it, but nevertheless, I took another step forward, so I was sat in front of him.

"I'm here to help you." I muttered quietly, almost checking to make sure there were no witnesses to this conversation. His eyes widened, and I saw the last tear fall down his cheek. His skin looked puffy and red, as if crying taking its toll on his body.

I went to wipe the tear from the bottom of his cheek, but he flinched, pulling his face away from my hand. I shook my head, and smiled a weak curl of the lips, desperately trying to reassure him.

I needed him to trust me.

"I said I won't hurt you." I finally caressed his chin, gently wiping away his pain with my cold thumb. He relaxed into my touch, and began to look up at me, with a curious glare. It was almost as if he was reading me, reading the only thing that held all my secrets, the only thing he could actually see.

My eyes.

"P-prove it." He whispered, pulling his body up right, the best he could with his hands tied down. "Prove that you're on my side, and this isn't one big trick!" He bit his lip, breathing heavily as I stayed close. I couldn't tell if he was scared of me, or his heart was beating fast for another reason.

Maybe the same reason mine was.

There was something about him. Something I couldn't get enough of. So that's why I had to do this, I had to do the one thing kian told me not to.

"I'm on your side." I rose my voice slightly, now taking my hand away from his face, and gripping onto the ends of the balaclava. It was now or never I suppose.