A/N: woW I didn't think anyone would read this omg. but yoU ASKED FOR IT SO HERE YOU GO.
After Cry recorded the new video and posted it, he checked the tags on his Tumblr, saddened to see all of the "goodbye" posts that mourned his death.
"Hm," I hum, pressing a small kiss to his cheek as he sat in his computer chair. "They'll be happier for the video, then."
Cry gives a small smile and chuckles, replying with, "Yeah, I guess so." as he pushes his new glasses up on his nose.
It's been three days since Cry's been back; his side is almost healed, and most of his bruises are fading, and everything's going great right now. I still refuse for him to go anywhere outside the house alone; I'm just glad that he doesn't mind me fawning and worrying over him like he's a little kid.
I see Cry give a little yawn and I suggest we lay down to bed, even though it's only around eight thirty. "Sure," He says, standing up and kissing me quickly on the lips. "These last three days are the best sleep I've gotten in half a year, so I've got no objections." He smiles lightly and we walk to our bed together, laying down and climbing under the sheets, already wearing comfortable clothes.
Cry snuggles up next to me, burying his face in my neck and muttering; "G'night, Felix. I love you."
I smile and squeeze him slightly, humming an acknowledgement. "I love you too. Sleep well."
Not long after that, I fall into a light sleep, the warmth of Cry's body against mine and his steady breathing enough to lull me into a deep rest.
"You'll never see 'em again, stop your fucking screaming already!"
One of the three men in the bloody, dirty room shouts at me, throwing a knife in my direction. I manage to move away in time, though it still grazes my lower leg.
"FELIX! FELIX, PLEASE!" I scream, struggling to get away from my chains. The tallest man comes up to me and punches me square in the face, sending blood down my nose and mouth. "Shut your whining! Your little boyfriend CAN'T hear you! What're you, an idiot?! You think we'd just, Oh, take you for a walk down the street where everyone can hear you!?" Another punch.
"You think we'd be that FUCKING stupid?!" And another.
"We've KILLED other people here before, you're lucky you're fuckin' pretty enough for us!" And about five more.
I fall to my side, and the men leave, snickering. I don't even realize it, but I'm stuck in a constant plead of his name.
"Felix...F-Felix...F...F...Felix.."
I woke up suddenly, a warm hand on my shoulder. I'm about to push it away, but I hear Felix's voice saying my name softly, a familiar tone of worry laced between every word.
"Ryan? Are you okay?" He says, eyes full of the same worry his voice carries. I give him a weak nod, though he pulls me into a light kiss, placing his hand on my cheek. I let my eyes slip shut for a moment, enjoying the soft, warm press of Felix's lips on mine. Soon enough, Felix pulls away and runs his hand through my hair, letting out a soft sigh. "You sure?" He asks, again caressing my cheek. "Y-Yeah, I just...I think I'm gonna stay up a little while." I say, sighing lightly. He gives me a small smile, giving me a peck on the lips. "I'll stay up with you."
About 30 minutes after watching TV, Cry falls asleep. I decide to stay up a while longer, and go through the channels to find something good to watch. Eventually, I stop at the news channel because of what they're showing.
"Recently, the police have discovered a abandoned school, used for the recent stream of kidnappings. As far as they have discovered, only one victim remains alive, though we have been asked to keep their names secret for safety reasons."
Pictures of a dirty, run-down, blood-stained room flashed quickly across the screen, and I cringe.
That's the room where Cry was.
I sigh and turn off the TV, tightening my loose grip on Cry slightly. I can't believe, still, that someone would do that to him. I can't understand why anyone would want to hurt him.
But apparently some people do, so I'll just have to protect him.