Trysti and Roy's Journey (11)

-> Trysti's p.o.v
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"My feet hurt! I want to stop and take a fuckin' breather!" Ester complained the sixteenth time this unforgettable journey. She wouldn't shut up, I mean I don't blame her but, she could at least act like we were human too.

"Oh and my don't!? Judist, Ester, you are not the only one on this effing journey!" Sammy back fired, she sounded relieved.

"You both can shut up!" Yelled Judy, somewhat exhausted and hoarsely.

That's when they started arguing. I didn't want to listen, so I looked back at Roy, he smiled.

His smile was all I needed to keep on going on this horrific journey, though I know we have a lot more to go through.

I walked through the darkened forest, listening to the crackling of the leaves beneath my extremely sore feet.

I listened to the birds twitter, though there sounded to only be a few, it was still comforting like I was home again...

I noticed a very large boulder measuring about thirteen feet high, which I could easily climb without trouble.

I climbed the very steep rock, that overlooked my companions.

"What are you doing?" Roy chuckled a few feet away from me.

"Doing something outrageous." I giggled back.

He chuckled and jogged upwards past the boulder and the arguing girls to Thomas and Lizzie, who had her baby embraced by her arms. She was lucky. And I would never be so lucky, unless I fix my issues.

I finally reached the top of the boulder, inhaling the fragrance of pine and oak trees. 'Gorgeous' I thought.

A breeze not only brushed my body but my worries were soon followed. I lifted my arms high in the air, smiling, as I closed my dry eyes. I felt cooled and clean.

"TRYSTI! NO!" I heard Roy's voice, he sounded panicked. What for?

I opened my eyes and found myself falling...
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My mind awoke to a scream from my left ankle, it felt like my foot was cut off. Then my arm stung, then my head felt like I was hit with a bull dozer.

"ow..." Weird. Did I just make that noise?

I slowly opened my eyes, letting them flutter, but it wouldn't stop the pain that shot through my eyes from the sun.

"Roy?" I asked the air. No answer. Did I die?

"You're awake!" Roy's voice made me jump. It was full of excitement and of course relief. Where was he?

"well yeah." I answered. My voice was hoarse.

Suddenly his head was above mine his sexy smile lightened his beat up face.

He lightly kissed my forehead, like I was a child being kissed goodnight.

"Where is every one?" I asked now concerned that they had died or left us here to die.

"They are a few days ahead of us..." He trailed off, concerned.

"Why? Is it because of me?" I asked, irritated with myself.

"I agreed to stay behind and help you heal while they kept going, hopefully able to find a nice place where we can gather supplies and rest a bit." He said, smiling assuringly at the end.

"What happened to me?" I asked. I was seriously not in control of my memories with a massive headache.

"You fell off a boulder, breaking your ankle and slicing into your arm. Yes you should remember that." He looked up and away from me on the last few words he spoke.

So he stayed behind because of me? Because I had to climb that stupid boulder and act like a fucking bird? Nice Trysti, really nice job...

"I am so sorry I did this to you, I shouldn't have climbed that stupid boulder." I said getting my old voice back.

"Well when you said you were doing something outrageous, I didn't think you meant it." He chuckled.

"Me neither." I chuckled back.

"But it doesn't matter now, its happened and now we are officially alone..." he trailed off looking into my eyes. I blushed. I thought now that we are officially together that I had grown out of that shy girl habit, but apparently not.

"We can still catch up to them, if we hurry." I said trying to sit up.

"Uh, no, no YOU are not moving, till I say so." Roy said smiling, amused by my over confidential attempt.

I flopped back down, pouting.

Roy laughed one more time and walked away to gather whatever he was gathering-

He was shirtless...

I mean, I know I saw him naked before, but still, seeing his abs still give me the goose bumps.

I watched in aww as he gathered pine cones and wood, flexing his muscles to pick up a big log. he was gorgeous, and I was a freak. I made him sleep with me and he enjoyed it. He must need another look at the bright side, but don't get me wrong, I love every second of it.

-> Thomas's p.o.v
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I held Adam in my arms as Lizzie coaxed the complaining girls to keep moving. Yes, they just got more and more annoying. I wish we just stayed with Roy and Trysti, everything would have been way easier.

"Come on Sammy, you are not going to lose your perfect plastic boobs, they will be just fine." Natasha said.

Liz walked over smiling as she saw Adam asleep in my arms and kissed my lips so gently. I wanted her so bad, for her to be normal again, not have to be paranoid about everything.

but a dead man can only wish.

"What are we going to do when we get home?" Lizzie asked me.

I didn't answer. I just smiled at her. I didn't know what our future would be like, even if we didn't get kidnapped.

"How about we buy a house? maybe a car?" Liz said softly.

I thought of living together and how I have a son with her. If I don't marry her, I would be a coward.

"No..." I said looking at her seriously. She frowned, looking down. " We are going to get... married first, and your doing exactly that." she looked at me with beaming eyes, before I added, " No buts, you have no choice but to marry me, your parents would hate me, if I didn't." I smiled at her.

She never looked happier, when I said that. she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me.

I smiled. Happy that she would be happy and grateful that she would be grateful.

My happy moment was disrupted when a high pitched scream filled the entire forest.

"No! (sob) No-o-o!" It was Sammy, I turned to see Natasha dead in her arms, blood oozing from her forehead.

"Run!" I yelled at the rest of the shocked girls while handing Adam to his mother and gesturing for her to move on.

Guns penetrated the silence, with screams that followed after. I pulled my gun from my belt and loaded, aiming for the forest. I found that Judy was shot and now laid screaming in pain.

Who was after us? Surely not Malcolm. His men?

I bullet whistled through the air hitting the tree behind me. My blood boiled with panic. Who would get out of here alive?

several bullets whistled through the air, and the screaming from the girls had stopped. All I could hear was my pulse beating in my neck. If Liz is dead, so help me God, those bastards aren't going to see daylight here or in heaven, and I will be following them.

I spotted a guy diving for the cover of an old oak, but before he could get fully covered I had placed a bullet in his stomach.

I turned to the right spotting a guy reloading, his head vulnerable, I aimed and shot, my bullet sang then landed its destination.

I laid myself down behind a rock, reloading my last batch of bullets, readying to kell someone.

I knelt and aimed for a guy who had decided to take a pissing break, I aimed for his neck and instead got his head.

I laid back down listening for any more signs of someone around. I heard nothing but the birds. I stood thinking the coast was clear, maybe it was, but yu never know.

I sighed in loss, seeing the bodies of those poor girls and how now I wished more than ever they could be complaining.

A loud BANG disrupted my sorrow, and something heavy and hard hit my lower leg. I fell yelling in pain, then lifted my gun to shoot the guy who shot me, I was successful, by hearing the last cry of the man.

I laid in my core, waiting for more signs but within an hour, there was nothing. I stood, limply, and slumped towards where Liz had gone. Hopefully she is alive has with my son.

->Trysti's p.o.v
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I fell asleep watching Roy gather supplies but awoke when his warm arms were around me, I found that it was dark and a fire blazed before me.

I remembered the night where I slept with Roy and how the heat from his body turned me on, this is a moment where I need him more than anyone right now.

I turned to face him, smiling at how he somehow managed to get his arm around my legs and swept me on to his lap.

"You are so beautiful." Roy whispered seductively into my ear.

"Beautiful, as in handicapped Beautiful or are you talking to the moon.?" I asked. Yeah it was pathetic but you never know what a guy thinks these days.

"Meaning You are beautiful, no one but you is beautiful, your personality, natural looks, amazing curves, and not to mention the sounds you make when-"

"Hey, let's not go there, okay?" I said, playfully.

He chuckled, or more like growled.

I turned and kissed him with as much passion as I could manipulate. I explored his mouth, as he did mine, letting our tongues meet intimately. I Traced over his muscles with my bruised fingers.

I moaned in excitement, biting down on my lower lip, as Roy Stripped me of my shirt, flinging it somewhere. He kissed me in between my breasts licking my stomach. I couldn't tell I was in pain.

While he un did my bra snap, I unbuckled his belt and slid it off from him. Turning him over as I kissed sensitive places. Roy growled, lifting me up so that we were both kneeling and rubbing our bodies against each other, sliding our bottoms off each other.

Roy grabbed my hips swaying with the rhythm of our kissing. I moaned in pleasure as he grabbed my hair tilting my head to one side as he kissed my neck. My stomach began to flutter, wanting him inside of him, to create what we had wanted to all together again, a relationship that we were pulled away from.

I laid him down,stroking his muscles as I mounted on top of him, forcing him to enter me. I gasped and he pressed his hands on either side of my hips, forcing me not to leave this position. I swayed gently at first not wanting to rush, but then found my rhythm.

Soon we were both moving like a wave, howling at the moon in pleasure. This was the best sex I have had.

Finally I stopped, breathing heavily and sweating, as did Roy. I laid on his chest listening to his heart race. Perfection.