Criminal ~ Shoey

Chapter 18 - Where the hell am I? Where the hell are you?

Chapter 18 - Where the hell am I? Where the hell are you?

* Shane's POV *

When my eyes flickered open from my hazy slumber, I expected to awake faced with our hotel room's wall, feeling the outline of Joey's body pressed to mine through the sheets. But that's not what happened.

Have you ever woke up, feeling out of place? You feel like you've been asleep for too long, You feel like you've missed something by sleeping? I couldn't shake that feeling as I blinked repetitively, trying to gather my whereabouts. The first thing I acquired was my Joey's absence. Where was he? Why wasn't here? Why was I here? What was here? After I got done tripping over the fact that Joey wasn't here, was when I realized where I was. Or what it looked like, at least. My eyes swimmed over the plain, white walls. The wall was shaded, as if there was a light somewhere off in the distance, being blocked. Then I realized it had to be a window, with the shades drawn.

My mind was still trying to grasp the concept that I wasn't where I had fallen asleep, so much so that in my process of trying to reorient myself, I failed to realize that I was bound at the ankles and wrists to what could only be a chair. I turned my head from side to side trying to catch a glimpse of something I could use to my advantage, anything that could be used, but to my growing despair, my eyes were only met with shady white walls and a dusty, cracked mirror. The mirror wasn't in my path so I couldn't see myself, I couldn't see anything in the mirror, for that matter, otherwise the goddamned white walls. My mind was struggling to keep up with what my eyes were telling me, and it should have been glaringly obvious of the presence of the mirror. The only purpose for the mirror to be in this otherwise nearly empty room, was to block a door. But I didn't know if it was there to keep me in, or someone else out.

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"Shane! Shane, wake up! Please wake up!" Joey shouted, but his words made no sense. His voice sounded distorted. I couldn't catch up. Then I felt my heart race with the hope that he had found me and the only thing I needed to do was wake up.

But I wasn't met with Joey when I woke up. My eyes took in the same white wall I had seen right before I dozed off, and Joey's voice had only been a figment from the remnant of a dream. The feeling of my hopes falling, felt more like a soaring and then a huge crash. But nothing was falling, or soaring, or crashing except my emotions and I didn't understand how I could be so selfish. I was trapped in a room, big deal, right? But where was Joey? Was he okay? Was he experiencing something worse? How had this happened? Where the hell was I? I heard the tiniest of creaks, and turned my head so fast I thought it might snap off. The mirror was gone, and I took in a rustic looking, brown door. I couldn't see the mirror and I didn't know how it had moved. The only thought I was for sure of was the growing sense of unease telling me that I was no longer alone in this room.

* Joey's POV *

I rolled over in bed, landing in an extremely cold expanse of mattress. It was then that I realized this was where Shane was supposed to be. My eyes sprung open but I wasn't met with the familiar panting on our hotel room's wall. I sat up quickly, my eyes traveling over the room.

It was small, with plain white walls. There wasn't a piece of furniture in the room to spare, otherwise the queen sized bed I lay. There was an antique, brown door in the corner of the room, and a small window with bars over it; like in a jail cell. I struggled to remember last night's events...

The last thing I remember is falling asleep in Shane's arms after we... did.. it.

I looked down to make sure I wasn't naked. I wasn't... but who dressed me? How did I get here without waking up? Where was I? And better yet, Where the hell was Shane?!

I heard a soft screeching on the other side of the door. A growing sense of dread began to pool in the pit of my stomach as I pushed myself off the bed. I had to get out of here. I had to find Shane. I didn't care where I was. I didn't care if I ever saw the outside world again. I just had to make sure Shane was okay. I had to find him.

I was slow on my feet since I had laid still for at least thirteen hours, but I made it to the door quickly. It was unlocked, though I didn't understand why. If I was meant to be trapped or kidnapped, none of this made sense. I opened it to find a short stretch of hallway, where another antique door rest at the end. There were no other doors, or any windows. Just that one.

Upon closer inspection, I realised that the door was slightly ajar. I drew nearer, though afraid of what I'd find. I stopped in my tracks right outside the door as I heard an all too familiar voice call out, "Joey?" It was Shane!

Just as I was about to push the door open, my hand froze against the ancient wood. I heard the cock of a gun and the squeak of a chair. Shane wasn't alone.

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Hey guys! Sorry for never posting this promised chapter :/ I've been sorta busy since Friday ._. But here ya guys go c:

Btw, I'm writing this on my phone so sorry for any mistakes ^•^

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