No Troye, I Love You

5

Troye's P.O.V.

 I woke up in an empty room and it took a minute for my fabulous eyes to adjust. My head was pounding. The room was tiny and dusty and the windows had been covered up using planks of wood. I was tied to a chair. My mouth was covered with a piece of duct tape (because nothing is ever possible without duct tape, duct tape really is under appreciated) making it impossible for me to shout for help. Shit, where was I? I tried to stand up but ended up falling down on my side, the chair still tied to me. What the hell? How did I end up here? Okay, chill, I thought to myself, but it didn't help. What was the last thing I remembered? Going up to my hotel room... and the moment I entered the washroom a napkin covered my mouth and  I remembered something smelling very strongly. I was no cop, but I had seen enough movies and T.V. shows to know that the strong smell had been chloroform.

"So you're finally up." said some dude as he walked into the room. I tried to open my mouth to ask him where I was and who the dude was but I remembered my mouth was taped. I tried to wiggle out of the chair and kicked helplessly. The dude came closer to me and I realized I'd seen him somewhere. But where? Then I remembered, this dude was in the paper a few days ago. I vaguely remembered going through the article. Joseph Ward, serial killer,  he escaped from jail, bla blah (this dude's issues had issues). I could feel my heart beating hard against my chest, why did Joseph Ward need me? He's going to kill me, was the first thought that popped into my mind. I wanted to cry, I wanted mum and dad so bad.

Ward must have seen my look because he said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." while kneeling down next to me.

I was still lying on the ground in that crazy uncomfortable position . He made a sad face but there was a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. Shit, shit, shit, was all that I kept thinking now.

"I'm just waiting for your beloved Tyler to come." he grinned. What the hell did Ty have to do with this, I said, and could feel the tears finally pouring down my cheeks.