Hide & Seek

Chapter 11 | Waking Up

Trigger Warning: Mentions of assault

*Rye's POV*

"It's ok. I've got you baby boy." Jack soothes me as I wake up, shivering from the sweat drenching my body.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to remember what he's done." I whimper into my boyfriends chest.

He stays silent, running his fingers through my hair as he holds me tight.

"Just remember that you're safe. He's in jail."

I nod my head now, trying to keep myself from overthinking. Trying to keep myself from remembering what he had done. What he had made me think I did. The fact that I lived with him for so long. Without even knowing who he truly was.

The feeling of his hands softly caressing my face. How he would kiss me softly after I would tell him what he wanted. But I could never fight back. Having been paralyzed by a drug. Continuously falling for it every time he would give it to me. Not remembering the time before.

"Stop thinking about it baby."

"It's hard."

Jack pulls me to him. Kissing me slowly. My heart filling with warmth and love. Complete adoration for the boy that was holding me. Like I was the only one for him. Laying me down. Letting his lips trail from mine to my neck, down my chest slowly as I close my eyes and breathe deeply. A moan tumbling from my lips as he reaches the tip of my member.

"Jack." I groan deeply, my fingers threading through his hair as he slowly bobs his head up and down my hardened member.

A way to forget. A way to remember I was loved. Especially by Jack as I reached my peak. Jack cleaning me thoroughly before pulling off carefully. Kissing the tip one last time.

"I love you." He whispers softly to me, as he wraps his arms around my waist.

"I love you too."

*Jack's POV*

"Doc?" I ask, setting next to Rye's bed.

"Yes Mr. Duff." The doctor looks up  from his papers.

"First. Call me Jack." I state and he nods. "Second. He was without food and water for only four days. Why isn't he waking up?"

The doctors eyes fill with sympathy, and I look away toward Rye. I didn't need that sympathy. I had already been through this before.

"We're not exactly sure." The doctor admits, setting down the files on the table. "He went into shock fast. The process that it takes to fall into starvation and dehydration came on quickly. Too quickly. My guess is the process was sped up because he was under a detrimental amount of physical and mental stress. Resulting in this."

"When do you think he'll wake up?" I ask softly now, stroking his cheek with my thumb.

"I'm not sure Jack. We're just going to have to keep waiting. Doctors on land may help a little bit more once we get everyone to dry land."

I nod at this. Watching as he leaves, only to crawl up and join Rye in his hospital bed. His body cold, and too many wires attached to his body. But he was still mine.

***

Three weeks. Three weeks of Andy forcing me to periodically go home. Three weeks of falling asleep in a hospital chair. Three weeks of screaming at the doctors not understanding why he wasn't waking up.

But then as I walk through the door, tea and book in hand. The book landing on the table, but the tea spilling all over the floor. Rye, setting up and looking straight at me in fear. And three words that broke me to pieces.

"Who are you?"

HAPPY MONDAY (this is sarcasm). Hope you all had an amazing weekend!  Peace and love, see you on the stupid side x