Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 12.

12th October 2016

6:00am

Troye's POV

I woke up to the sound of banging, coming from above me. My eyes forced themselves open, and I rose my head from it's once comfortable position. I was laid against Connor's legs, his right arm lazily hung over my chest. It felt comforting in a way, but I was confused as to why I had fallen asleep, practically cuddling his body.

As for Connor, he was leant up against the wall, his mouth still hanging slightly as he slept. I studied his closed eyelids, and sighed as I saw the now black marks around them. His whole face was bruised, and it was technically my fault.

"Con" I whispered, shaking his shoulder as the noise increased. He hummed, and batted me away, swallowing dryly before turning over. He was tired, I know, but I was scared of the boys above me. I had never been someone's prisoner!

"Connor!" I spoke, now leaning over him, pulling him up into a sitting position. "You need to wake up something's going on. Connnnooorrrr!" I whined. He rolled his eyes, and breathed deeply, before pealing my clammy hands off his shoulders. I was leaning over him like some sort of animal. My lema like eyes were worried, and I had caged him in my crouched position.

"You look cute when you're worried." He stated, his lips curled as he sat up straight. "I hope you were comfortable last night?" He chuckled, gesturing to his legs, probably numb from the dead weight of my head. I immediately felt bad, and blushed like an idiot.

"I don't get it, why was I asleep on you?" I questioned, taking a sip of the water we had left. I didn't want to use it up, because I wasn't sure how long we would need it. I looked back over at Connor, and he was shaking his head at me.

'Do you not remember how panicked you were last night?" He said. "you wouldn't stop crying until I took you in my arms. You calmed down, but you fell asleep, and I suppose I didn't have the heart or the energy to move you." He smiled at me, and began to take my hand, as my breathing quickened once again.

I was confused. My panic attacks were bad, but it had been a while since I had, had one. The thought of being locked up made my blood boil, and it must have triggered one. I felt bad for putting it on Connor, this boy who barely knew me, but there was a reason I was closed off, a good reason.

"I can't usually remember my panic attacks, it's sort of a side affect to my anxiety." I muttered, looking down at the floor. "My brain kinda blocks them out, it blocks a lot of things out." I sighed. "I'm so sorry if you had to-"

"It's okay." He said, rubbing circles in my palm. "I used to have them pretty bad a few years ago, just before I came out." He noticed he had just slipped up, and his hand flew to his mouth, his head now shaking furiously.

"I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, you know, sleeping on top some gay dude you don't know." He looked away briefly, hastily removing his hand from mine. "I shouldn't have told you that." He stated.

"It's fine." I smiled, turning to face him again. "I would be a hypocrite if I had any problems with that." I saw his eyebrows furrow, his face changing as he worked out what I was saying.

"You mean you're-"

"I'm gay too." I nodded.

He intertwined our fingers again, and breathed a shaky breath. His eyes visually relaxed and he seemed more at ease with getting close. I put my arm around him, and gave him a quick side hug, seeing that he had told me something personal.

"Now let's go and check out that noise?" He changed the subject, and was suddenly standing, walking towards the door. It was if it had never been said, as if it didn't matter. He obviously didn't want to talk about it, and I was okay with that.

Was it bad that part of me was happy, happy that I had a chance with him?

12th October 2016

7:20am

Kian's POV

"Are you clear with what's happening?" I said, handing a baton each to Jc and Sawyer. "You take Mellet, and Jc and I will take Franta, he looks like he will put up more of a fight if needs be."

We were walking down to the basement, the keys twirling in my hand. We couldn't risk the sound of their screaming, outing our plan like a saw thumb. So we had to remove them forcefully, threatening them to get into the van, so we could leave this stupid place.

I unlocked the door and I was suddenly aquatinted with two pairs of eyes, both worried and both wide, as they saw my gun, and two large bats, in the hands of my friends. They were sat on the floor, huddled together like a perfect pair of school boys. My devilish grin made them gulp and I suddenly moved towards their shaky figures.

"I knew I couldn't trust you Mellet, so I'm afraid this is for your own good." I smirked, watching as he shielded the hostage with his arms. "I'm so sorry it has to come to this Troye boy." He shook his head, and scrunched his features as I came closer, kneeling down at their level, so they could almost taste my breath. I wanted to intimidate them, scare them, so they would move easily, and cause me less trouble.

"D-do w-what you want t-to me, do-don't hurt him." He stuttered, looking over at the boy beside him, the one who was shaking violently, mute, with tears streaming down his face.

"Shut up Mellet, stop with the heroics." I chuckled, pushing him so he was no longer in my sight. He no longer shielded the boy, and sat crying a few feet away. I drew closer to Connor, and held out my hand, smiling as he backed away.

"I believe we haven't been introduced." I sneered, grabbing his fingers forcefully, until he cracked under the pressure. He let out a strangled cry as I crushed his hand, and was suddenly looking straight at me, the anger growing on his face. "I'm kian. But I suppose Mellet has already told you that."

He just grunted in response.

"Nice to finally talk to you, Connor." I muttered, standing back up as he flexed his hand. He shuffled back over to Troye, and I twirled the gun in my right hand, their eyes following every move.

"Now are you going to come quietly, or are we going to have to force you into the van?" I watched them intently as they looked at each other, both of them slowly standing, their backs now firmly against the wall. They were both crying, and Troye spoke first.

"W-why are we go-going in the van?" He sniffled, taking hold of the other boys hand, in a desperate need for comfort right now.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." I held the gun upwards, and pulled back the clasp. My hand was resting gingerly on the trigger, and I pointed it at Connor, or whatever his name was.

"So Troye, what will it be? Are you going to come quietly, or am I going to shoot your new best friend over here?"

Connor whimpered, and cowered against the wall, shielding his head with his hands. He was nodding, suggesting Troye said yes, not only to shut me up, but to save his own life.

"We'll come quietly." He panicked, rushing to stand in front of his friend. "D-don't h-urt us pl-please!" He pleaded.

"Deal." I answered.

A/N

Sooo shorter chapter with not much in it. Sorry!

You will like the next chapter, and something we have all been waiting for is about to happen. Can you guess what it is?

See you soon!!

Becca xx