Kidnapped

chapter 4

Five's pov

I spacial jump back home after the meeting, feeling awful of course. How am I supposed to put that in y/n her neck. I know how, but I don't know if I can do it.

After arriving, I check if y/n is still sleeping. She is. Her breathing is low and a slight snore is coming from her lips, causing me to smile a little.

I step closer to her, with the tracker in my hand.

"I don't want to do this," I whisper to the sleeping girl who is now just a few inches away from me. "But I have to. . ."

The handler had given me a needle to put the tracker in the right place. Before actually putting it in, I doubt. 

"For my mission." Are the last words I say before putting the needle in her neck, hoping the handler indeed gave me one that would make sure that she wouldn't feel a thing.

y/n's pov

I wake up with heavy breathing and my eyes puffy. The nightmares probably made sure that I shed  a lot of tears over the hours. Mostly I tried not to sleep at all. The less I sleep, the fewer nightmares I have.

It is the same thing over and over every time again. I  keep seeing my parents. Every single time they're not breathing. Blood everywhere. The man grabbing my throat. I wake up every time, screaming for release.

I hear the door open. I turn, ready to see Five entering the room with my breakfast. But there's no Five.

"Klaus?" I look up at him.

He also looks surprised to see me here in the room. "Oh. You slept here,' Klaus giggles. It's just morning, but he already looks high af. . .again.

"Was the door not locked?" I ask him, completely confused.

"Uhm. . ." He looks at the door, and then he looks back at me again. "No, it was open? Do you know where Five is?"

"I don't. I'm sorry." I reply. I'm genuinely sorry for Klaus. He seems kind, next to the whole being high thing.

He turns around again, ready to leave the room but he pauses. "Well come downstairs, did you ate breakfast already?"

I chuckle at the thought of me going downstairs, five seeing me and scaring me once again.

"Not happening Klaus." I sigh. "Five wants me to stay here, in this room."

"I don't think that he would mind his girlfriend getting some breakfast,' he tells me, gesturing to come downstairs.

"Not his girlfriend." I roll my eyes at the man, but he simply chuckles at my response. I figured he'd shake it off, but he does no such thing.

"You sleep here," he starts. "And you're here aaaall the time."

I stand up from the bed, and step closer to Klaus. With my expression now serious, maybe even threatening, I continue approaching him.

"I didn't sleep with him. Just in his bed. If you knew why I am here the whole family time, you would shut up too," I growl, not wanting to hear any more detailed thoughts of his. Still, even though I think his thoughts are weird and disgusting, I like the idea of actually being somewhere else than Five's room, so I follow him downstairs.

We don't pass anyone expect for their mom in one of the hallways. I expected to see some more siblings. After all, there seemed to be several.

"So what's reason that you're here the whole time then?' Klaus asks me while putting a sandwich in my hands. He doesn't look up at my expression, instead he prepares him his own sandwich.

I accept the sandwich happily, though, and take a bite before answering. "I can't tell you, Klaus. Five would be damn pissed." I explain to him, hating the way I am acting like a puppet.

Klaus doesn't press any further, and I'm truly thankful. If he knew even just a bit, then Five would be pissed. He'd hurt me. But he wouldn't hurt me that much that I'd die. That thought is not as comforting as I'd hoped. Damn it.

I'm not going anywhere. Well, not right now with my sandwich. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when I finished this. Still, this situation seems tricky. I have a feeling that Five did something so he can trust me with the door open. I don't believe that he forgot to lock the door. Five isn't dumb. I don't think he is.

I shouldn't escape, not now. It's too suspicious. And even if I did, I'm scared that he will find me and that he'll be aggressive. I've seen what he can do. The sound of something cutting through flesh still haunts me, just as I thought it would. I hate it. I hate waking up screaming.

When I finish a second sandwich, Five comes home. He sees us almost immediately in the kitchen. But he doesn't seem surprised. Not even panicked. 

"Why aren't you in my room?" he asks me, too calm. Too suspisious indeed.

"See Klaus," I point out to Klaus, but look back at Five after just a few seconds. "I didn't leave, be happy about that." Five rolls his eyes at me, making me glare at him. 

"Like you could," he murmurs "You're going back to my room."

I follow him back to his room, actually, i'm being dragged with.

"I couldn't escape?" Is the first thing that leaves my lips when I'm back in my cell.

"Like I would leave the door unlocked if I wasn't able to find you," he mumbles, looking away.

"I knew that something was up," I tell him but the curiousity takes over rather quickly. "What did you do to me?" I'm sitting down on the bed and he sits down next to me, but still making sure I can't see his face.

Five's pov

She's going to hate me. Still, she has every right to. I put a fucking tracker in her neck while she was sleeping. 

Why the hell do I even care. I don't.

Then it got to me; why do I even doubt that I care about her. Abut the girl I took captive for the commission. Why am I scared of her hating me even more. If she realizes that I actually started caring about her, even if it is a bit, she'll find her way out.

I can't let that happen.

Let's get this over with; "I put a tracker in your neck."

Her eyes look at me, completely shocked. She could've expected something like this, if she was smart. We can't have her running away.