Hostage

Oxford university

She has the kind of love that can stain your soul, make you beg not to have one, just escape the spell she's put you under. I've tried to break myself of her over and over but its pointless. I've got more of her in my veins than blood.
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Six years ago

Roxi's POV.

I drew in a deep breath as I stopped in front of the library. I bit my lip and then drew in a deep breath.

I was so nervous.

I was nervous, confused, mad and excited.

Damn! What was wrong with me?

I exhaled as I let Pete's words ring through my head one more time.

'The letter came two weeks ago, Roxi. I have no idea what has come over him. I don't know why he's suddenly decided that England isn't the best place for him. But this has always been his dream,it was all his mother wanted before she died, its all I want right now. I know that this will be hard for you to do, but you're the only one that can convince him right now.'

I exhaled as I reached for the door knob and then pushed it open. I looked around the almost empty library and pretended to look at some books when I noticed the librarian was staring at me. I walked further into the library and then halted.

There he was!

As usual, his gaze was buried in some big textbook I would never even dream of reading. I took a step towards him and then halted. I ran my hands through my hair to make sure it was in shape and then I reminded myself to smile.
I skipped towards him and then made myself comfortable on the chair across where he sat. He lowered the book and then looked up almost immediately.

"Well, this is surprising." He smirked. "Couldn't stay away from me for too long, could you?"

"Get over yourself Richard." I rolled my eyes. He was quiet for a short moment before he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" He leaned closer.
"Of course I am." I faked a smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're doing it again." His gaze moved down to my hands. I followed his gaze and then separated my hands immediately. "Something's bothering you." He continued. I smiled genuinely this time and then mentally rolled my eyes.

"Why on earth did I ever tell you that?" I raised an eyebrow.

When my father went into a coma, I had been devastated. I'd spent every single moment in the hospital and then mum had shown me something she called 'connection'. She said that wherever I was, whenever I wanted to talk to Dad, if I could just clasp my hands tightly together and tell him, he would hear me because we were connected.

We were family.

It had become something greater than just a 'connection' since then. It had become a habit,one I couldn't stop. It had become something I did when I was nervous, when I was excited,when I was worried...when I was happy.

"Did something happen?" Concern filled his voice. I stared into his worry filled eyes for a short moment, wondering how on earth I got so lucky.

Pete was right, this wasn't going to be easy.
It was going to be so damn hard.

"I was just wondering what it would be like to get away from here. Away from everything." I bit my lip and then sighed. He was quiet for a short moment before he spoke.

"We can do that." His eyes lit up. "Whenever you want to, wherever you want to go, we'd go there. Just say the word and-"

"What about school?" I asked slowly,my voice almost in a whisper. He was quiet for a short moment. "University?" I raised an eyebrow. He shifted a little and I could sense the change in the atmosphere.