Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 17.

13th October 2016

7:00am

Connor's POV

I woke up with a hazy film over my eyes, the growing ache from my jaw bone pestering my already worn out figure as I pulled myself up. Yet again, I found my body resting against Troye's once white jacket, its bloodied appearance still appreciated, as I used it for a cushion. I would have preferred it much more, to be snuggled into his chest, but I was left disappointed, as he was curled up somewhere else.

"Troye." I whispered, shuffling over to the window, the best I could with a banged up stomach and a face with a painful bluish tint. I saw no response from his skinny figure, and I continued to hobble, until I was leaning on the cold window ledge.

I had not yet seen the area we were placed in. I was too busy with passing out to witness what surroundings were around us. I stared at the morning sunrise, and smiled softly as I saw the speckles of light across the water. It suddenly occurred to me that we were by a river, a country like setting in the middle of nowhere. I couldn't see a building in sight and the only noises audible were the screeching sounds, coming from the birds.

"Tro?" I spoke again, now crouching down, to rest my legs, and fumble with the curls on his face. He groaned slightly, and I saw his tired eyes matching mine as he opened them. I suddenly felt bad that I had woken him, and I persisted with laying by his side, wrapping my scrape covered arms across his torso.

"Go back to sleep Troye boy." I soothed, massaging his back, as I cuddled up to his weak frame. He hummed, before letting out a stifled giggle, and turning slightly to face me.

"Troye boy?" he chuckled, raising his eyebrow seductively. "I like it." He smirked.

He leaned over to peck me on the lips, falling closer into me as he cupped my cheek. Of course I accepted his gesture, and I leaned in too, kissing him back.

"Good morning Con." He spoke wearily, checking his silver encased watch, for the correct time. I smiled back at him and nodded my head, waiting for him to inspect my injuries, just as he always did.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, stroking his finger gently across the blue and black ring, the one that sat prominent under my eye. I winced slightly as he touched it, and I took his hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. Anything to get rid of his concern.

"Good, I'm all good." I replied, nodding my head as he rose to stand up.

If I was telling the truth, I would have told him about the blinding pain, the throbbing against my left eye. I would have told him that the soft ache in my stomach was now infuriating, as it turned into a sharp burst of agony, every time I breathed.

I would have told him it was getting worse, not better.

"I have a plan." I was brought out of my painful daze, as Troye hastily shook my shoulder. He was pacing once again, and he gulped harshly, as if he was feeling nervous. I nodded my head at him, signalling that my ears were open, and I watched as he picked up a chalk like stone from the corner of the room.

"What's that for?" I questioned, gesturing the broken rock in his hand. I wondered where he had found it, and more importantly, what the hell he was using it for.

"It's our way out." He begun, handing it to me as I still stayed sat against the wall, beginning to take a swig of our limited water supply. Of course I was now confused, and I looked hard at this hand sized object, trying to understand its meaning.

"Basically, I came up with the idea once you had passed out." He explained, using his hands to point to the window in front of us. "I was aimlessly staring outside when it came to me, the one way we could escape." He said, now looking more serious as I motioned for him to persist.