Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 11.

11th October 2016

7:00pm.

Troye's POV

"Are you okay?" I smiled, watching Connor rise from his slumber. I had been down here for a while now, and my head was telling me to get back to the boys. I felt as if I had begun to earn their trust, enough, so that I could be in charge of the so called hostage, or in my case, set him free. I knew it was a long shot, but I couldn't hear any noise, not from upstairs.

Maybe they had left. Maybe this was my chance.

I felt a weak nod against my leg, and I looked down at Connor, my heart melting at the sight of his eyes, all tired and sunken in, as if the sleep had done nothing to his worn out exterior. He looked almost hurt.

"Are you leaving?" He whispered, his voice hoarse. He watched me as I rose from my sitting position, walking over to the bottle of water, now only half full. I rolled it across the floor, only for him to catch it in his left hand, and begin to take a sip. He seemed grateful I suppose.

"I think they have gone, I'm going to see if I can get us out of here okay?" I was wandering towards the steps, before I felt a tug on my hand, making me turn around once again. There Connor was, smirking at me as I helped him to his feet.

"Don't think I'm going to let you escape without me Tro!" He laughed, weakly standing, a sound of agony leaving his pursed lips. His injuries were bothering him, and I quickly looped his arm around my neck, giving him support.

"Grab my hand, don't fall down the steps okay?" I shook my head, and began to slowly hoist him up, the amount of steps we were climbing slowly decreasing, as we neared the door. He paused to lean on the banister, and I listened carefully, my ear against the wood, trying to hear the sounds of Kian's triumphant voice, or of Jc's laugh.

There was nothing.

"I think the coast is clear." I breathed, whispering as Connor caught up with me. "Are you ready Con?" I put my hand on the door nob, and waited for his reply.

"Yeah, where is your key?" He questioned, looking confused as I shook my head.

"I don't have one, Kian let me in" I furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding him as he quite clearly face palmed, and began look annoyed with me. What had I done wrong?

"Are you kidding me?" He sighed, leaning once again on the metal banister, craving support as his body ached. "Are you telling me, that you think they would just casually let you in and out? Why the hell do you think Kian let you in today?" He shouted, getting angry.

I suddenly felt a wave of panic overcome me, as I began to turn the handle on the door. He had to be wrong. Surely kian trusted me enough after that story? Surely he bought my lies?

It didn't move.

It was locked.

"You know what, I'm going to tell you why he let you in Mastermind!" Connor carried on, holding his head as he shook it furiously. "He let you in, so you couldn't get out!" He whimpered, now falling to the bottom of the step and leaning against the door. His head fell into his hands.

"Y-you mean-" I stuttered, finally beginning to understand his reasoning.

"I mean that they now have two hostages Troye." He gulped.

11th October 2016

8:00pm

Kian's POV

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Jc asked as we neared my door. He was gripping a large plastic bag, and signalled for Sawyer to park the car. "What if they know we had something to do with the robbery?" He pestered.

"Shut up, keep your voice down." I swiped the bag, and slapped my hand across his shoulder. "No one knows we were anywhere near there, we were camping remember?" I winked, unlocking my door as Sawyer caught us up.

We had come back to my house, just to grab essentials for the next few days. I hadn't told them yet, but I had a plan, one to get all of us, including the two hostages, away from this town far to the other side of the state. We needed to get out of the way of the police, and I had just the right idea.

As we walked through the kitchen, my mum threw her arms around me, smiling as the boys stood in the corner. She pulled back and kissed me on the forehead, grinning as I squirmed at her touch.

"Oh Kian honey, how was your camping trip? Have you heard what has happened?" She sat down at the kitchen table, and Sawyer's nervous swallowing made me elbow him, just as I looked as innocent as possible.

"What happened, the wifi was awful in the country, we haven't heard much, have we guys?" I watched them nod, still looking at the floor with their horribly guilty faces. Fortunately my mum was oblivious.

"Your dad's bank was robbed, and one of the co workers was killed sweetie, I'm so sorry, that you had to hear that, but one of our newest interns, he's gone missing, a possible hostage according to the police. Your dad is devastated, but he doesn't believe them." She was softly crying, her tears not quite evident, but I knew her emotions well.

"W-why doesn't he believe them?" It came out as more of a stutter, my facade dropping for a second. She looked up, and stared at my worried eyes, and for a minute I though she had figured me out.

"He thinks the so called hostage could be behind it, it could all be a trick, the tip off about him and everything. For all we know, that kid, Connor Franta, could have gone off with the money, $25,000 Kian!" The words she had just uttered made my eyes light up. Is that what people really thought?

We talked to my mum for a little longer, and I explained we were going 'camping' for a little while longer, to escape all of the drama at home. She of course agreed, like she always did, knowing that my relationship with my dad was ice thin, breakable in these stressful circumstances. She didn't want a repeat of the years before.

So as we packed things in my bedroom, Sawyer sat next to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Where are we actually going bro?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow as I pointed to a picture on my bedside cabinet.

It was a gold framed photo of my dad and I, smiling as we sat outside of our log cabin, far into the woods on the east side of California. It was secluded and rather large, a place I was very accustomed with as a kid, often running through the tree covered forests with my sister.

"We're going to the log cabin?" Jc smiled, pausing the placing of shirts in his backpack. "Are you sure no one will find us there?"

"More sure than ever" I smirked. I looked back at the photo and gulped the happy memories away. "No one has been there for years, it was mine and my dads place I suppose." I sighed. "It's a perfect place to finish the job."

"What job?" They had gone silent, and their faces suddenly paled.

"You'll see..."