Just a crush/Clouis Fanfiction

Just a crush (Part nineteen)

Description: Clementine comes to terms with her capture, when all else looks down. She meets someone, hoping to gain their trust.

Meanwhile, Louis struggles with being alone without Clementine one night. Getting a special visit clears his mind. Knowing he can't wait forever. He has to step up to save the one he loves.

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A/N: Y'all are gonna snap in this chapter I'm so sorry sisters-

Rated: T

Word count: 2600

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Clementine awoke with a start. Quickly noticing her hands were tied to the handle of the car door, when she went to grab her head—the car itself was moving, fast. Making her jolt against the window time to time.

Her head was fuzzy, a stinging sensation began pounding at the realization. As well as everything else.

"Who are you?" Clementine turns in the seat, awkwardly searching the vaguely familiar face in the driver's seat. He flashes his gross teeth making her sink into the torn leather of the seat's rest.

He ignores her with a raspy laugh. The man beside him in the passenger demands silence. Startling her.

"Where are you taking me?" She questions. Panic began setting in. The possibility that this group had more members out. Again, they ignore her.

She thought of AJ and Louis. Her heart sinks.

'Shit', she hisses to herself. Eyeing the thick plastic around her wrists.

There was no way she could chew her way out of them without the men realizing. She tests the strength one more time by wiggling her wrists, stopping when the pain grew unbearable.

And she was certain her weapon was left at station with Gabe. Her eyes roll at this revelation, another curse rolling out.

Gabe.

Anger began replacing fear as she thought of him. Wondering why he'd betray her this way. Still, she hoped he wasn't dead.

"What's going on back there?" Asks the man in the passenger seat, listening as Clementine began coughing suddenly. The stranger in the passenger seat had lit a cigar and the smell triggered her.

She was grateful for her nausea. For the first time since it became her friend.

"She can't get sick in here," says the creature in the driver's seat. The two begin bickering and the smell of cigars and gas made her worse—An audible gagging sound slips and within seconds the car is pulled over.

"Ugh," spits the man above, he had his rifle dug into her back. Somehow making her more sick—she hurls into the ditch. Barely having time to breath before the next one.

Between vomiting. She thought scarcely, maybe if she could distract them long enough she could escape.

"Fuck," she heaves again. Digging her hands into the gravel of the road—her keeper's rude reactions didn't quite help the escape plan. She decided it would be futile to escape now, if she wanted to survive.

"You don't..have to watch," Clementine whimpers over her shoulder before another jolt hits. She's almost plunged into the pit by the jab of the gun's barrel.

"You're tough," he spits, resting the gun between her shoulder blades, laughing at her. "But you ain't that tough, I'm not goin' anywhere,"

Clementine rests her hands on her knees now.
Turning away from the bile in front of her. She turns to look at the stranger behind her. Mustering up the best glare she could manage.