hostage | - dod sequel • completed ✓

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*WARNING ~ Intense chapter ahead. If you are sensitive to really messed up shit, I suggest you sit this one out. DM me for a recap if you'd like.*

Sasha's P.O.V -

I take a long sip of wine before clutching one of our bland throw pillows against my chest anxiously.

Baron takes a swig of his beer and he clenches his fist before leaning forward and staring ahead at the black television.

He's quiet, deep in thought. Though after a long minute, he speaks up.

"My father was a horrible, horrible man. He was fucked in the brain. Really fucked, worse than me."

I frown and rest my chin on the pillow before tucking my knees against me.

He takes another swig of his beer before whispering a cuss word and focusing on the TV once more.

"My mother-" he groans, a pained groan and he clenches his eyes shut,

This is evidently difficult for him to talk about and it breaks my heart.

He can't do this...

I grasp his warm hand in mine tentatively to try and soothe him, to show him that I am here.

He breathes out an exasperated sigh and his shoulders slump in a defeated manner.

"If you're not ready-"

"No. I am, just- give me a minute. You deserve to know, you deserve to have the power to make a decision."

Decision? On what?

Before I can question it I am distracted by him gulping down yet another sip of beer and squeezing my hand.

"My mother... she was a beautiful woman. From what I remember of her at least. Her eyes they- fuck."

He finishes off his beer and pops another one open quickly.

I take another much needed sip of wine and softly swipe my thumbs across his knuckles.

"I remember her eyes vividly. They looked just like yours." He whispers.

Woah.

My eyes widen in surprise and when he glances at my orbs I squeeze his hand tenderly.

His eyes focus back on the TV again and with another fresh swig of beer he continues.

"Big beautiful hazel eyes." He smiles and looks down to his socks.

His smile turns to a frown in the snap of a finger.

"I was unfortunate enough to obtain the same dark shade as my abusive fathers eyes. Cold, distant-"

No no no.

"I love your eyes." I blurt out.

I really do, they're gorgeous. Like a deep mysterious ocean of darkness.

He turns and looks in to my hazels for a second before shaking his head and looking back down to his feet.

"The difference between you and my mom is the fact that she was weak as all hell." He mutters out.

His body language gives him all away, he is cautious when speaking about his mother.

It pains him but there was some admiration on his part.

"My father and her were high school sweethearts, dumb ass kids in 'love'."

He shakes his head in disgust and drinks again.