Tronnor : Hostage

Chapter 22.

14th October 2016

7:00pm

Troye's POV

"You have to eat something!" I protested, handing Connor one of the berries again, unsure that they were safe, but too desperate to care. I watched as he shook his head away from them, and persisted to lay on the grass, softly cuddled into my embrace.

"I'm not taking your food Troye, I want you to have it." He confessed, letting out a sigh of frustration as my hand grew closer to his mouth. "You need them more than me, I'll be okay." He gave me a weak smile, before closing his eyes again, this time blocking me from his view.

"Connor please, I need you to be okay." I pleaded, sitting up from the ground and shaking my now dry curls.

He slowly rolled onto his side, wafting me away with his hand, and I suddenly couldn't see his face, all hidden in the jacket I had given him.

"Connor?" I called again, annoyed that he didn't give me a response. I stood up and walked over to him, crouching down to his foetal position, and brushing the hair away from his face.

I could hear quiet and stifled sniffles, his little frame shaking slightly as I touched his shoulder. Of course I was growing worried, and my soothing words were laced with concern.

"Connor, baby, talk to me." I whispered, laying down next to him, so our faces were just centimetres apart. I brushed my nose against his, and as I pulled away, my face felt wet.

Wet with tears.

"Sweetie, why are you crying?" I asked, startled as he rose his head. His silent sniffles had turned into full on sobs, and he made a hasty movement to cuddle into my chest.

"I-I'm getting w-worse." He stuttered, looking up to watch my face fall. "I can f-feel it." He whispered, his gaze falling onto his stomach, the thing that had noticeably gotten bigger, the swelling now more painful, blacker and bluer.

"It's okay, you're okay." I soothed, wiping away his tears with the tip of my thumb. "Everything will be alright."

"I'M NOT OKAY TROYE! I'M SO FAR FROM BEING OKAY!" his comeback was sharp, and his loud voice fizzled out towards the end. The strain it had on his energy was evident, and suddenly I could see he was telling the truth.

"Connor I-"

"I'm going to die Troye, I can't stay like this much longer." I gulped down my own pain as he cut me off. All I could do was wrap my arms around him, and hold him tight, nodding along with his words.

"We need to keep going, we need to get out of here." I muttered, ruffling his messy locks.

"Connor, I'm not letting you die, okay?"

He gave me a weak nod, and I saw the last of his tears, dripping onto my arm. I knew we needed to keep walking, but the state he was in proved it to be hard, long and treacherous.

"Can you try and stand?" I questioned, pulling up his body, holding him so his hands were loosely gripping mine.

I could see his pale face, and the dark, deathly circles around his eyelids. His whole body looked bruised, and his thin figure almost looked like mine, gaunt as he stayed deprived of food, and sleep.

"We need to start walking." I led him slowly, picking up the few things we had in this place, before taking full hold of his weight.

He took little painful steps, but his heart was in it, encouraging him to carry on, even when he needed to stop. It wasn't long before we couldn't see our old little spot, both filled with bad, and good memories.

"I-I n-need a r-rest." I could hear his panting, and his pained expression forced me to lay him down, in the depths of the woods, beneath some trees. "I'm sleepy." He moaned.

I could see his eyes, unfocused and glazed over, as he fought to keep them open. He was rolling his head from side to side, and I was starting to get panicked.

"How do you feel baby?" I pressed, trying to get a reaction from him. He looked like he would pass out, and as much as he needed sleep, I was worried he wouldn't wake up.

"Sleep." He mumbled, and before I knew it, he had gone limp in my arms, his breathing slow as he flaked out. His eyes were closed, rendering him unconscious, and my heart immediately sped up.

"Wake up, wake up Connor!" I tapped his face and shook his shoulder. My movements got harsher in my panic, and I was suddenly crouched over him, in one shaking frenzy.

"CONNOR!" I screamed, falling into his chest, breaking down into some sort of crying fit.

I sobbed into his shirt and laid slowly against him, breathing in what I could of his sweet musky scent. I kept a blurry watch over his eyelids, closed and sullen, as if he had already left me.

I gulped back the fear to say the only words I could.

"I need you Connor, I can't loose the man I'm falling in love with."

14th October 2016

8:00pm

Jc's POV

Sawyer and I had teamed up to search the woods. The van had proved no luck, as it was too big to fit through the windy walkways and the large overgrown trees.

We had been walking for a good few hours, trekking for what seemed like miles.

Kian, Rick and two of his body guards all held guns, searching the depths of the place, not far behind us. We were like the sniffer dogs you see, the people who had to find the hostages, before they shot them dead.

"This is getting stupid." Sawyer moaned, leaning against a tree trunk as he crossed his arms. "They will be so far away by now." He protested.

"This place goes on for miles, they can't have gotten too far with no energy, food or water." I said, pulling his sleeve as we moved once again.

"Come on we need to-" I was cut off as Sawyer smacked his hand to my mouth. I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance, but he quieted me with his gesture, putting a finger to my lips.

"Can you hear that?" He whispered, moving forward slightly to get a better earshot. "It sounds like someone crying." He described, looking at me with a hopeful glare.

"You don't think that's them do you?" I questioned, my breathing quickening as I realised how close we could be.

"CONNOR!"

I suddenly heard a scream, the echo of a familiar boys name, rippling through the skies. My heart faltered, and I lent upon the tree to gain my breath.

"That's him alright." Sawyer confirmed, patting my shoulder.

"I think we're closer than you think."