Hostage

Truths Come Out.

Will's POV

My head hurt.

It hurt to lift my head, it hurt to move, it hurt when I tried to open my eyes.

Most of all,it hurt that all my fears had come true. That she was gone, and I was alone. It hurt to remember. I'd wanted to forget. Even though I knew it'd only last a few minutes, I'd wanted to forget and feel like everything was okay.

To feel like I wasn't drowning in my own skin.

To feel like I wasn't suffocating on the inside.

To feel like I hadn't given up on the one thing I'd sincerely wanted for my self.

And to feel like letting her go was the right thing to do. That it made me a better person and not the helpless coward that I was.

She'd run to him.

I understood that things weren't at their best, but she'd run to him the moment she found out that he was back in town.

He'd prevented me from seeing her,because she had asked him to.

I cursed under my breath as I reached for the intercom beside the bed and then pushed a button.

"Somebody bring me some water!" I winced,forcing myself to sit up. Everything from yesterday was a blur.

I remembered going into the club.

I remembered downing a few shots of vodka.

I remembered feeling the burning sensation in my throat.

And I remembered a woman.

I remembered her calling me by my name,I remembered her hugging me, I remembered her making a promise.

But everything else was a blur.

Her face was a blur.

Dammit.

What had I been thinking?

I deserved it. I deserved to be as alone and miserable as I was feeling right now. I deserved the ache that I felt in my heart when I thought about her,and when I thought about her with him.

Fuck, I needed her.

I fucking needed her.

I needed some water, and some food, and more booze.

I groaned,massaging my temple as I reached for the intercom once more with my free hand and then aggressively pushed the button a few times more than what was necessary.

"Water!" I said again,my voice coming out a lot harsher than I meant for it to be. I raked my hand through my hair as I mentally counted to ten and when I still didn't get any response, I angrily pulled the duvet away completely from my body and then made for the door.

Just great.

Even the maids were ignoring me now.

My scowl deepened as I made my way down the stairs, my hands in the pocket of the jeans I'd apparently slept in. There wasn't a single sign of movement as I climbed down the final staircase.

Deafening silence echoed through the house, not that it was usually loud but this time it was different. There was no sign of movement whatsoever. No sign of the maids running around,or of the chefs setting up for breakfast.

It was just me. Standing in the empty hallway.

What the hell was going on?

Sighing,I ran my fingers through my hair as I made for the dining room, the sweet smell of food, and sweets becoming more pronounced as I drew closer. When I got there, I noticed that the table was already set for a rather simple breakfast. There were pancakes,and waffles, and scrambled eggs, and a glass of an extremely slimy looking green substance which I was pretty sure couldn't possibly be for me, but there weren't any maids around.

I reached for the glass and then wrapped my fingers around it,lifting it up to my nose and I winced in disgust at the smell that came from it.

"Hangover cure." Someone said from behind me but I froze, feeling my muscles tense as I whirled around immediately and then gulped hard. "Hi,Will."

Roxi's POV

For the second time in less than twenty four hours, the world stopped and everything moved in slow motion.

Everything from the way he turned around,to the way his eyes narrowed in confusion.

His eyes told a story....a story of pain, and hurt and desperation.

It felt as though I could feel everything he thought. Like I could feel everything he felt. I swallowed hard,clasping my hands together.

And I squeezed.

I squeezed until I couldn't feel my hands anymore. His eyes followed the gesture, and then they surveyed the rest of my body,full of doubt.

"Hi Will." I choked,glancing down at my hands. Usually, I would smile,a mask to hide my emotions. A mask to hide I was really feeling. But I was done doing that. Especially not today.

If we were ever going to be alright,I had to tell him everything. I had to bare my soul to him. I had to tell him my truths.

I had to tell him his truths.

"I--" I started. "I made breakfast." I said slowly.

Smooth.

"I asked the maids to take the day off." I continued. "And the chefs, and drivers, and gardener-" I paused and then bit down on my lip,realizing that I'd made my point.

We were alone.

"Will, you should eat." I added awkwardly, moving towards the closest chair to the one where I'd put his food in front of. For a few seconds he stood completely still, his back turned to me. But after a while, he moved towards his chair and then sat down,trying not to meet my gaze as he dropped the glass he'd picked up earlier and then grabbed a fork, the metal trembling in his hand.

He pouted as he let the fork fall to the table, burying his face in his hands.

For a while, we just sat there, neither of us daring to say a word. I tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear and then focused my gaze on my equally shaky hands.

"What is going on, Roxi?" His voice shook as he placed both elbows on the table, burying his head in his hands.

"Ten years ago,Will-" I started and then bit down on my lower lip, watching his hands fall from his face instantly. "Ten years ago, on that bus stop, you asked me who my favorite person in this world was. Do you remember?" I raised an eyebrow. "Ten years ago Will, you told me that your father died and that you couldn't access your inheritance unless you got married. Do you remember?" I asked once more. I watched the color drain from his face, his blue eyes piercing into mine. I felt tears gather in my eyes and this time,I didn't even try to push them back. "Ten years ago Will, you told me that if I let you, you'd make me the happiest woman in the world. You promised me that nothing would change Will, do you remember that?"I asked again. He let out a shaky breath and then ran his fingers through his hair.

"Ten years ago,Will-" My voice broke. "You promised that you'd do whatever it took to keep my father alive. You promised me. You gave me your word, but Will-" I paused,feeling a tear drop roll down my cheeks.

This was it.

Three words,twelve letters.

Three words that could change everything.

Twelve letters that had haunted me every single day for the past ten years.

"You killed him."

Whaaaaaaaaaaaat???

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-Love,Chay.