Trust me

"Dylan" I screeched my hands coming up and pushing on his chest so I could fully examine him to make sure I wasn't just imagining him here.

He was alive, he was actually still breathing. I was almost certain Four had killed his own brother, now he seemed a little more less like the serial kidnapper person type.

"Pop my ear drums then love" He smiled grabbing ahold of my arms pushing me towards him before squeezing me like I felt my organs were going to come out of my mouth.

Fours breath quickened behind me as I felt his warm hand land on my shoulder "Here take this down to the first room on the left" He instructed as I turned to face him and grab the suitcase that was in his hand.

I sighed making my way out of the kitchen quickly flashing my head over my shoulder to see that they were talking but I couldn't hear a word they were saying, they always talked in such low voices when they didn't want me to hear what they were saying.

I pushed open the door once I reached it to reveal a bed