Let Me Be Free

// 6 \\

Chey's POV

I kind of passed out after the like... sixth towel? Yeah, after the sixth towel dabbed at my skin. I'm kind of grateful for that, because apparently when you're unconscious you can't feel the pain anymore!

...Until you wake up.

And let me tell you, right now I'm so freaking sore, and some of my cuts still sting like hell. But hey, I'm alive right?

I stirred a bit, wincing as I peeked my eyes open.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't move, everything's fine, I'm here," Hayes spoke softly from... under me and I noticed I was lying down with my head on his lap, his legs crossed, and he was stroking my hair softly.

"How long was I out?" I try to speak normally, but my voice cracks. I guess it must have been awhile seeing as how my voice is cracking from disuse.

"Four days," he replies calmly, still stroking my hair.

I practically choke on my own breath there, "Four Days!?" I try to sit up frantically but Hayes lightly puts his hand on my shoulder and guides me back down.

"Hey, it's alright, nobody else is hurt. That guy kind of just left us alone since you've been out. He's just been giving us food, it's fine, relax," He cooes and I can't help but practically melt into a puddle on his legs, right then and there. But I decide against it, because I don't make an attractive puddle.

"Are you feeling any better?" Hayes' eyes have returned to the bright blue that I'm used too, not that darker, sadder color that I remember from the last time I saw him, and he looks worried, yet happy.

"Yeah, I'm still a little sore though," I grimace and sit up successfully this time, beating Hayes to it.

"Well, don't move too much then, because you need to focus on getting better," He wraps his arm around me and pulls me back into his chest gently, and I'm still not sure how he managed to do it without hurting me, but I appreciate it.

I realize I'm pretty much sitting on his lap now, from how close he pulled me into him, so I just crawl fully onto his lap, tucking my knees into my chest and resting my head and hands on his chest, reassured by his rhythmatic breathing and heartbeat.

"You can sleep if you want, it's pretty early right now and the guys will be sleeping for a couple hours, and I'll be right here when you wake up," Hayes reassures me, beginning to stroke my hair again.

I nod, yawning a little and snuggling into his chest more, if possible, causing him to chuckle lightly before I drift off to another sleep.

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I woke up, my head still rested on Hayes' chest on his arms locked tightly around me. I blink my eyes open slowly and can't help but keep a smile off of my face, I mean I'm so damn hungry and I can smell food. (Haha you thought I was going to be happy about something else. No? Ok. Sorry.)

"Hey," Hayes stirs a little under me, but manages to keep me positioned stably on his lap, and he blinks his eyes open, a smile claiming his face.

"Good morning," I smile and kiss his cheek quickly, laughing lightly when his cheeks rose into a blush.

"I smell food," I give Hayes the puppy dog eyes and he rolls his eyes playfully before helping me up and we step over to get some food.

"Hey. HEY. Step away from the food," I recognize Camerons voice immediately and I drop the sandwich I picked up, raising my hands in mock surrender.

"Bitch please, I haven't eaten in four days," I stick my tongue out at him and grab my sandwich again, causing him and Hayes to laugh.

"Hey, wait. CHEY!" He suddenly seems to realize I'm awake and he runs over, scooping me up into a hug.

"HEY!" I mock him, but I hug him back, just as tight.

"CHEYYY!" I hear Shawn, Aaron and Nash all call out in unison before I'm squished in a group hug, that eventually Hayes gets in on.

"Did I miss much while I was out?" I smile sarcastically when they all pull away, looking at me giddily.

"Oh yeah, Ophra came by and we escaped, but then we thought it'd be fun just to be locked up again," Cameron matches my sarcasm and I raise my hands in mock surrender, "Touché,".

"But seriously, has Gramps really been leaving you guys alone?" I raise an eyebrow at them and they nod.

"He doesn't do much except for send someone to feed us, and that's it," Shawn responds.

"So, he really only wants me dead doesn't he?" I try to lighten the mood but fail miserably and everybody shrugs.

Outta go Chey.

"So... Who's up for trying Shawns idea today?" I suggest and everyone immediately brightens up, nodding vigorously.

"Woah, calm down, I feel like I'm in a room of bobbleheads right now," I hold my head, pretending to be dizzy and everybody laughs.

"But seriously, let's eat and try the plan..."

~RECAP~

"Well, the top two plans belong to Cameron and Shawn, so we'll let them explain," Nash says and I widen my eyes.

"Cameron. Cameron? Cameron had a good idea?" I mock and wink at Cameron who fakes a hurt expression, causing everyone to laugh.

"Well, I was thinking, these walls are pretty.. old. So if we find something to break through them with, then we're home free," Shawn shrugs and I nod, approvingly.

~END OF RECAP~ DUH

I rolled my eyes at how much some of the guys ate, literally, Cameron was on like his fourth sandwich, and he was devouring it. Meanwhile I had an apple, a sandwich, and some water, like a proper lady.

Ah Hell I'm starving.

I roll my eyes at myself and snatch another sandwich, eating it quickly, finishing just as everyone else does.

"Okayy! Lets start beating this wall!" I jump up, but immediately regret it because I fall back down on my butt.

"Ouch," I mutter, I guess I should have remembered I'm a little, okay, a lot, sore still.

"Nuh uh, Chey you're not doing it, you're already hurt enough, we don't want you to pull a muscle or something," Aaron shakes his head disapprovingly.

"But-"

"No."

I sigh in defeat and nod, pouting. The guys grab a bunch of things, a pipe Cameron found in the bathroom, Nash using a chair that was left in here when the monitor was here, and Shawn and Aaron are just kicking the wall.

Hayes decided to keep me company, so we're sitting over on the floor having thumb wars to pass time. So far the score was Hayes 2 - 3 Chey.

I was winning.

Of course.

Don't mind my cocky attitude.

It's not bragging if I can back it up.

And obviously I can.

"You're cheating," Hayes pouts.

"Am not. You just suck at thumb wrestling," I wink at him and he only sticks his bottom lip out farther, which I hate to admit it, but it's adorable.

"Hey! Guys! Cameron's about to break through!" I hear Nash summon us over and Hayes helps me up before we join all the guys over by Cameron, who's beating his little pipe against the wall.

Finally it smashes through and Nash and Cameron start pulling away at pieces of the drywall until there's a big hole in the wall.

We look through, hoping for the best, only to be greeted by...

A Big. Brick. Wall.