Captured- Kidnapped by Tyler Joseph

Chapter 31

(Your POV)

"So is Brendon cool? Like, Brendon Urie I mean." 

"Oh yeah, him and I are almost as close as Ty and I. He's sweet and everything, just a little cocky."

The nurse finally brought back something for us to eat, and a blanket for me. In the meantime, Josh and I had been keeping each other company, having random conversations about nothing.  He told me about himself, and asked things about me. It felt good to talk to someone who wasn't my brother or my cat. It was really nice to have someone who I almost considered a friend.

I sat on my hospital bed, chowing down on the cherry Jell-o the nurse gave me. It tasted bland, but I was really just happy to have something to eat.

Looking over at Josh's plate, he had grilled chicken, mashed potatoes, a huge brownie, and also a diet pepsi. I guess he saw me looking, 

"..Do you want a bite?"

I blushed, embarrassed. 

"I uh-no I'm fine. wanna bite of my flavourless red goo?"

We both laughed, and then sat in silence for a moment. 

I started to think, and the more I allowed myself to simmer in my thoughts, the more awkward I felt, sitting here with the accomplice of my kidnapper. Hanging out with one of my ex idols. But I'm not scared, Josh has never seemed to want anything but the best for me, but what comes after this?

I looked back down at my jell-o, deep in thought.

What would happen once I was released from the hospital?

Would he help me escape?

Is getting away from Tyler even a possibility now?

If I tell the police what's happened, Josh will face the same legal fate as Tyler, and I'm sure Tyler would come back for me once he was released from jail or whatever.

Could Josh protect me?

"Krrrrrrk." The sound of Josh moving his chair across the floor broke into my daze. 

I raised my face and was met by a pair or tiger-brown eyes, that were suddenly right next to my bed. 

"Oh hi uh-"

Josh started shoveling some of his food onto my tray.

"Oh Josh, i'm not really allowed to have solid foods-"

"It's just hospital procedure. They don't really wanna give you food that you can hurt yourself with intentionally... You're not gonna try to commit suicide via choking, right?"

Josh laughed. I felt my face go hot with embarrassment and anger. 

"Shut up, Josh. Making jokes about my suicide attempt isn't funny. I was trying to kill myself! Because I felt hopeless! Because of Tyler! because of you!" warm tears of frustration, hurt, and confusion ran down my cheeks. I don't know what to do. 

Josh's POV

I stared at her, frozen. 

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N."

She wiped her eyes and sniffled a bit.

We sat in silence for what seemed like forever. 

"What comes next?" she mumbled, looking down at her shoes.

"Next?" 

"When I get out of here. Do I get to go home? Do I tell the police? Or will you and Tyler force me to come back with you?"

"I don't know. Listen to me, the only reason I tried to get you to stay the other day was for your own safety. Did you see what happened when you ran away? Do remember what happened in the bathroom? I was trying to protect you, but you just can't see that. Or maybe you just refuse to acknowledge the fact that I actually care about you."

My cheeks burned, I looked up at Y/N, who refused to meet my gaze. 

"Look at me!"

I gently but firmly grabbed her chin and pulled her eyes to face mine.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, just looking searching each others eyes. Her's were a beautiful sea of green, no, they were emeralds. Full of a hurricane of feelings, but I couldn't pick out a single one of them. 

"Y/N, when you get out of here, I want you to go home and call the police. When they catch Tyler and... Me, leave the state so he can't find you again. Do you understand? I'll do my best from that point on to keep him away from you."

I let go of her face slowly, and stood up to leave. 

(Your POV)

Josh let go of my face and stood up.

"Josh I-"

I found myself lost for words,  not sure of the right thing to say, or what I wanted to say. 

He walked over to the little window in front of the counter, ripping some paper towels from the dispenser.

"It's probably for the best if I go. I don't wanna get too attached right before I get thrown into jail, ha." 

He turned around and looked me dead in the eyes, "Good luck, Y/N."

And he walked out of the door.