Hostages

three

-Andrea-

"Louis?" I whispered, leaning my head back against his shoulder. It was a good head rest for my craning neck. My eyes were lazy. I've been up since six this morning, getting ready for school. Turns out, I'm not actually going.

"Yeah?" He answered, sleepily, like me. I could tell he was tired. Tired from all this stupid bullshit that we have been through so far.

"How long has it been?"

"Judging by the clock, I think we've been here for about one or two hours now." Louis regarded me. There's a clock in here but no lightbulb? What kind of kidnapping is this?

"I have to take a wizz." I admit, a flush of heat spreading on my cheeks. Good thing he can't see me. That would just make me redder.

"You what?" Louis clarified, confused with my choice of words. I could hear a smile play on his face. "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard that clearly."

"I said," I pause, biting my lip as my face turned hot. "I have to take a wizz." I repeated, laughing lightly. It was pretty immature of me to say something like that, but I really need to pee.

"Really?"

"Yes, now how am I gonna pee if I can't even move from this chair?" I whined, concerned for my poor little blatter that was drowning in my fluids.

"Oh, um..." Louis sounded extremely uncomfortable. He shifted, awkwardly, behind me. His chair squeaked. My bad for being so open with everyone. Oops.

The door swung open hard, before Louis could really answer my question. The strong scent of smoke trailing in. "Lunch time, bitches." Patch. His voice was really unpleasant to listen to and I hated it with a passion.

His heavy footsteps clunked in, stopping in front of me. He opened a bag to toss a couple breakfast burritos from Taco Bell in my lap. My stomach growled at the sight of it and I swallowed the drool.

"You're feeding us?" I asked, a little puzzled, my eyebrows furrowing together. I didn't look up to see him, but knowing he was feeding us, made me a little cautious. "I'm kind of scared to eat this."

"Shut up." Patch's voice snapped with demand. "You should be lucky you're even getting food."

"Don't talk to her like that." Louis said, his words hard and meaningful, sending a small smile to my face. I glanced up at Patch for only a split second. He didn't look happy one bit. He looked furious.

Patch paced slowly over to Louis, his footsteps stopping in front of him. "What did you say to me?" He barked at Louis.

I heard Louis gulp, and with all the courage and confidence in him, he spoke, "I said, don't talk to her like that."

I couldn't see or hear anything within the next couple seconds. My stomach churned. I stared down at the food on my lap, trying not to let the panic set in. The next thing I heard, was an impact of Louis' face and Patch's hand.

"Patch, stop." I shot, bravely. I never knew I could feel so brave before. It was like the rush of adrenaline, pumping through your veins when you step off the rollercoaster. He walked back and stood, in shock, in front of me.

"What?"

"Okay, if you have to keep asking us what we said, you clearly need to get a hearing aid or clean out your ears." I sassed him with a lot more confidence then I thought would come out. It was like a whole new me. I would have never, ever said that to someone, but for some reason, I feel stronger than Patch. Almost as if I know him. Louis snickered lightly behind me.

Patch didn't say anything. Instead he glared at me. I locked the gaze, trying to speak with my eyes; trying to tell him to back off. His eyes read dumbfounded; defeated. "Eat the food or don't eat at all." He said, leaving us again.