Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 19.

13th October 2016

8:00am

Connor's POV

I wasn't really sure how it happened, but within seconds of me mentioning a name, Troye had crumbled to the floor, letting out an in audible whimper, as his eyes grew puffy. I had bent down to his level sucking up my own pain, before shaking his bony shoulders. I realised his eyes were unfocused, dilated and dazed, as he stayed motionless, shivering as my hand touched his side.

"Troye?" I questioned, panicked as he continued to stay quiet. "Troye?" I prodded him again, but it was no use. He was in some sort of trance, the kind that left you helpless, as a whirlwind of bad memories invaded your mind. It seemed as if he was distraught, just the simple name I uttered triggering this madness.

I was nothing short of confused.

"Troye, please!" I was starting to get unnerved, and I had begun to tear up, just out of pure frustration. I was waiting for his senses to return to me, just to comfort my panicked feelings. I felt selfish, but his presence was kind of scary, all limp and shaking.

It was like he wasn't here at all.

"C-Connor?" I heard him mumble something, waking from his blackout after ten minutes. "Con." He whispered, realising he was tightly gripping my shirt, wrapped up in my arms, in a desperate bid to calm him.

"Thank god." I breathed a sigh of relief, and kissed his sweaty curls. "What the hell happened Tro?" I fretted, sitting him back up, wincing as I moved my stomach, placing the bottle of water into his hand.

"I h-had a f-flashback." He stuttered, pulling himself up against the cold wall. "I'm s-sorry!" He seemed so embarrassed, speaking like such a fragile human, as if whatever flashback he had seen had really terrified him.

"Don't be sorry." I said, taking a soft step to face his front, slowly reaching out to caress his shoulder. "I just want to know if you're okay, I want to know why you had a flashback." I kept my voice steady, it's rhythmic tone obviously calming him, as he leant into my figure, now hugging me tight and resting his head in the crook of my neck.

"The name, the thought that I could know him." He muttered, quiet and reserved, as he took small movements, afraid to get close. "It brings back bad memories." He choked up, burying himself in my chest.

"So you're telling me that the psycho last night, with this familiar name, could be the very person you're having flashbacks about?" I was catching onto his theory, but it confused me.

How was he so sure they could be the same person?

"Troye, you're not telling me something, are you?" I pulled back from his embrace, and stood unsure, as he wiped his fallen tears. "Why do you know a gang leader named Rick?"

"I c-can't t-tell you." He confessed, turning away from me, hiding his pained expression. I was worried to say the least, and I followed him steadily to the window, as he began to look outside.

"Tro, please, I want to help you." I stroked his cheek, cupping his chin as he looked down. "Whatever you know could get us out of here." I stated, my hopeful eyes widening, as he abruptly put a finger to my lips.

"Shut up a minute." He whispered harshly, snapping out of his anxious demeanour, as he stood away from the window, dragging my arm quickly.

"Troye what the-" I was cut off as he slapped his hand against my mouth, pulling me down so we couldn't be seen. Of course I was baffled, but I went along with his James Bond types of twists and twirls as he peeked secretly from the window ledge.