Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 14.

12th October 2016

7:00pm

Troye's POV

I woke up suddenly.

My comfortable position on Connor's chest was no longer a reality, and I could feel my head laid flat on a cold hard surface.

I opened my eyes slowly, and gasped, realising I was no longer in the van either, this new place colder and more spacious, explaining why I was laid on a stone floor.

I sat up and looked around me, confusion evident as I desperately looked for my friend.

Where was Connor?

I could see that this place had a window, as the light shone through, but the large room I was in, seemed nothing but empty, dirty, and the slightest bit eerie, as I studied it. There was certainly no furniture, or central heating for that matter.

I suddenly started to panic again, my body registering that I was in a foreign place, most likely moved whilst I was sleeping. I panicked about Connor too, my protector, the one I felt safe with. I knew we were both being transported somewhere, but surely they wouldn't separate us?

I stood up with shaking knees, and I kept my eye firm on the door, the one that was closed and probably locked. I felt the tears well in my eyes again, the pending doom sat upon my stomach.

Why did something so small as a gang of teenagers do this? What did they do it for?

I tried the door handle, and let out a strangled whimper as I proved myself correct.

It was locked of course.

I walked over to the window and decided to look out of it, trying to gather the surroundings in my head, looking out into the distance to guess where I was.

From what I could tell, we were in the country, as all I could see were masses of green trees and overgrown hills. There was also a river, quite a big one at that. If it wasn't for the situation I was in, I would have found the scene quite picturesque.

Just as I stood back, I started to hear a noise, the familiar voices of my captors growing louder and louder. They seemed to be arguing with someone, and I wasn't sure who.

I just hoped Connor wasn't involved. He had to be okay!

I couldn't stop thinking about earlier.

The memories of my panicked state had faded a little, but the one thing that stood prominent, were Connor Franta's lips.

They were like heaven, mixed in with the mild taste of cherry lip balm. They were pink and tiny, perfect opposites for mine. That made them fit together all the better.

It wasn't until now that I thought about kissing him again, maybe plucking up the courage to ask him about it. But in my head, sat there swirling like an unwanted nightmare was the one lingering thought.

"You can't like him Troye, he doesn't like you. Not after what you did. You don't deserve anyone."

I nodded to myself and slid back down against the wall. Of course it was a platonic kiss, just to stop me from panicking. I was probably getting on his nerves, I've been told that before.

Flashback.

I braced myself before knocking on his door, gulping back the tension in my throat as I stood anxiously on the step.

I had never been to his house, my presence not good enough for him out of school classrooms. So I had decided to surprise him, after all we had known each other for a few months now.

He treated me so well.

He bought me expensive clothes and kitted me out with the best gaming equipment possible. He would smile as I gave him secret letters in English class, and would only punish me if I deserved it.

I always deserved it.

I was bought away from my thoughts as the door slowly opened, leaving me faced with his angry eyes, all widened and confused.

"Why did you think this was a good idea Troye?" He snapped, hastily pulling on the sleeve of my jumper. I dropped the flowers I was holding, and was suddenly ready to be punished as he slammed the door.

"I-I was t-trying to sup-surprise y-you!" I tried to explain, but my constant whimpering made it hard. He shook his head and sunk to my level, so we were eye to eye.

"Don't you understand Troye! Kian fucking Lawley lives nextdoor to me, and you know that little twerp from school." He breathed through his anger, and took it out by scrunching the neck of my shirt quite furiously. I just stood against the wall unable to move.

"I didn't th-think I-"

"Don't play dumb with me, of course you were thinking, trying to earn my respect again by coming round here!well you messed up again Mellet, you get on my nerves!" He stared at me with his nearly hellish hazel brown eyes , and chuckled as I now cried.

"Don't you realise what you've done? Don't you realise that I now have to punish you again!" He shook his head in disapproval, making a "Tut, tut, tut" sound with his lips.

"What shall I do this time with you?"

"Please, please NO!" I squirmed out of his grip and backed towards the front door, my breathing quickening, a panic attack forming.

"That's it, run little boy, run away." He stepped closer and watched as I put my hand on the door nob ready to leave.

"If you walk out now, that's it. If you walk out now no one will ever love you again. It's your choice Troye boy." I could feel his warm breath on my neck, as I scrunched my eyes shut. He sucked my skin with his luscious lips, and suddenly I was so taken over with the butterflies I hated.

"I-I'll St-stay" I whispered looping my arms around his neck, slowly, before he pulled me with rough force.

All I could focus on we're his large hazel brown eyes, staring me down.

"Good." He winked. Throwing me onto his brown leather couch.

I could never leave him.

I was trapped.

I wasn't good enough for anyone else.

I was thrown out of my flashback as I heard the loud voices again. I could hear footsteps, and it wasn't long before the door swung open, the blinding light from the corridor, causing me to cover my eyes with my arms.

I was huddled into the corner, slightly shivering, when I looked up, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

They had Connor, held up by Jc and Sawyer, his face bloody and his limp figure proving he was unconscious. Before I could scream out, and rush to his aid, I watched them throw him into the room, laughing as they locked the door again.

I pushed myself up with all my strength and I ran to his body, all curled up on the other side of the room. His eyes were still closed, and I let my tears fall on his bruised face, and bloody clothes.

What had they done to him?