Hostage

A Whole New World

Roxi's POV

"Welcome back,Miss Olsen." George greeted as he shut the door after me. I nodded slowly as I walked past him.

I was tired.

I was tired and I was afraid, and I was suffocating.

Letting out an exasperated sigh,I climbed up the stairs as slowly as I could manage,my gaze lost in space. I could feel tears welling in my eyes,threatening to pour.

I wanted to lock myself up in a room and scream my lungs out but I refused to let myself break down.

I wanted it all to be over.

I wanted to be free.

I wanted a fresh start. I wanted a different life for my unborn child. A life without all the drama,a life without all the chaos.

But I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave with all the people I loved falling apart. I could never turn my back on them. I was a prisoner.

A hostage without chains.

That was the weight my crown. The weight of the crowns we all had to bear.

We were prisoners to our emotions,bound by our love for one another.

Family tore us apart,family broke us but somehow,family kept us together.

Family made us stronger.

Family was all we had.

We would do absolutely anything for one another.

Cleaning my tears away with the back of my hand,I drew in a deep breath and then pushed the door to the room open.

I inhaled sharply when I spotted Will sitting by the edge of the bed. His back was turned to me,his fingers rapidly hitting the keys of his computer. He was so lost in what he was doing,he didn't seem to notice me walk in.

I walked slowly towards the bed and then settled behind him. And I don't know what prompted me to what I did next but for some reason, I leaned closer and then wrapped my hands around his torso,burying my face in his shoulder blade.

I could tell that he was surprised too because felt him tense under my touch,his body visibly stiffening. He sat still for a few seconds,obviously not sure about how he was supposed to react.

And I didn't blame him.

All I wanted was for him to hold me and tell me that everything was going to be okay.

After a moment that seemed like forever,he relaxed, the tension slowly easing away from his shoulders.

"Hi." He breathed.

He'd finally said something but all I could do was shake my head. Because suddenly I was suffocating. Suddenly, I didn't trust myself to talk because if I did,if I opened my mouth and muttered as much as a single word,I would explode. I would explode and there'd be no way to take it back.

Stupid hormones.

"Roxi?" He called softly after a few seconds and I felt him make a move to turn. I should have stopped him but I didn't.

And when his eyes met mine,I finally let go. I was a mess. I was crying hard and I couldn't breathe.

Instantly, I was pulled to his warm,hard chest and I cried even harder. He said nothing as he held me tightly. And I appreciated it. With all of my heart, I appreciated it.

Kimberly's POV

Confusion was one word.

Anxious was another.