“Shut up you fool!” He snarled at her. Grabbing her shoulders, he violently shook her. “You need to get a grip. We’re not making it out of this alive, no matter how loud you scream and shout.” Head pounding, body aching, he’d had enough of being strong for anyone right now. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the druglords came back and killed them. He kind of hoped that they’d get it over and done with already. He couldn’t bear another round of torture. He turned and walked to the other end of the room they’d been locked up in for five days. Five long days of torture.
Days in which he’d been trying to plead innocence. Both his and Sharon’s. They didn’t know what was going on. Neither the “boss” or his cronies listened to them. They didn’t buy the fact that it had to be a case of mistaken identity. He’d feared the worst for Sharon. What the thugs threatened to do to her. Thus far her safety was thanks to the beatings he had to endure for her sake. She didn’t come off scott free though. They’d had some fun scaring the bejeesus out of her. Although no physical scars, he was sure that she’d be haunted for the rest of her life. He almost laughed at the irony. It was only a matter of time before they were killed.
The resignation in his voice scared her even more than him shaking her shoulders. Neil was the toughest guy she knew. No other guy she knew would have been able to handle everything he’d been through during this time. The fact that he’d taken the brunt of her punishment as well made her even more in awe of him than she already was. They were in this situation together. How did a romantic first date turn into this nightmare? She wondered for the umpteenth time. No wonder people who’d been through some traumatic experience ended up trying a romantic relationship after they were rescued. Fact is their almost romance is how this started in the first place. Therevwasvavterm for it. What did they call it anyway, she wondered.
“To think we hardly made it past our first date. What happened to the whole “till death do us part” bit?” Sharon commented drily. No hint of humour in her voice, yet Neil knew her well enough to know that past the hysteria and the hopelessness of the situation, this was something that she would have laughed about for a while. Tears would form in her eyes as she would belly out at some joke. Her laugh and sense of humour were of the few things that made him fancy her.
He couldn’t blame her for being so scared and for deafening him with her screams for help. Hell, he was afraid too. He turned to face her and bridged the gap between them. Without a word, he knelt down and took her hands in his. “Sharon, will you marry me?” She could not have picked a better or worse time to bubble with laughter. She pulled him up to his feet faster than she than necessary. Neil flinched in pain. She was sure his ribs were broken.
Cupping his face she kissed him. It was Neil who broke the contact, “I take that as a yes” and he kissed her again. Nothing could top the feeling of being in each other’s arms, seeking the only comfort they could give one another at this very moment. They have become each other’s pacifiers.
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