Stockholm Syndrome

As we enter the pub we are greeted by a cloud of smoke and the smell of alcohol. I gag in disgust, my mind goes back to when I was in grade school.

My uncle he use to live with us, and let's just say he was a heavy, heavy drinker. One day I came home from school and my mom and dad were still at work, so I was left in my Uncle's care until they got home. Well that day he had just lost his job so he decided to drink the day away.

I knew when I entered my house that day that something bad was going to happen. I remember hearing my uncle in the kitchen getting more alcohol out of the cabinet where my father kept it. I stood around the corner leading into the kitchen and watched as he consumed a whole bottle of brown liquid. When it was empty he slammed it down of the counter making it shatter into millions of pieces. A gasp escaped my mouth and he noticed me. A wild smirk appeared on his face as he came towards me.

I remember I ran upstairs to escape him, I ran into my room and hid in my small closet hoping he wouldn't find me. My heart stopped moments later when he opened the door and dragged me out.
The rest is a blur, I remember cry a lot and being slapped around and yelled at. What he did to me is unforgettable. The pain I felt as he sexually assaulted me. I have never told anyone this story, he told me that if I did he would hurt my parents and I didn't want that to happen.

"Love what do you want?" Harry pulled me from my flashback.

"Oh umm... I'll just have a water and a cheeseburger with chips." I said quickly. The waitress quickly wrote it down before getting everyone's order.

I notice that there is a girl with blonde hair sitting down at the other end of the table by Zayn. Tattoos cover her arms and chest and there are quite a few piercings on her face and ears.

"Perrie this is Amelia, Amelia this is my beautiful mate Perrie." Zayn says across the table, smiling toward the girl, her cheeks blushed ever so slightly. I smiled toward her and waved.

Are food came rather quickly and I just picked at my sandwich, not really that hungry. Harry kept looking over toward me but didn't ask what was wrong. Which I'm grateful for because I actually don't feel like talking to him, or anyone really.

After picking at my food a bit longer I excuse myself and go to the bathroom. As I walk toward the bathroom I notice a little bulletin board with flyers hanging on it. I read a couple, they are mostly for random jobs or yard sale. But on catches my eye, it was printed on white paper and my face was plastered on it. I quickly grab it and read over it.

MISSING!
Amelia Grace
5'7
130 lbs
Long brown hair and hazel eyes.
If you have any information about this girl please contact the local police department!

It also had a small photo of me attached.

They are looking for me.

My heart nearly stopped for a moment. I feel hot tears springing to my eyes before I rush into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I don't really know why I'm crying I'm not sad, but I'm relieved to know that they are looking for me. But it has been almost a week since I went missing. Are they going to give up soon or will they continue the search.

After I dry my eyes and fix myself, I take a moment and look around for something to write with. To my luck there is a pen on the bathroom floor, not my first choice but I'll take it.

"I'm save" I quickly write down on the back of the paper and sign my name with today's date.

I wash my hands and set the paper where someone will see it.

I quickly rush back to everyone to find them getting ready to leave. I stand by Harry as everyone says their goodbyes. Some of the boys want to go to a club but Harry doesn't so he is taking me back home with him.

The car ride is painfully quiet, not even the radio is turned on. He is just focused on the road before him.

"You know they are looking for me." I suddenly say breaking the silence. But he doesn't respond he just continues to drive, his lack of response angers me.

"Harry I'm serious" I say trying to get him to speak.

"And how would you know what they are doing?" He questions back.

"Because I saw a flyer!" I exclaim.

"Harry they could find me and take you and all your little friends away!" I exclaim even more.

"Who are 'They' exactly?" He says glancing over at me.

"The cops obviously" I roll my eyes.

"Funny!" He laughs.

"Yeah well you know you'd be coming with us after they find out you were apart of a murder now!" He says after a few minutes of silence. I notice his hand tighten their grip around the steering wheel.

"I didn't really have a choice if I wanted to be involved or not now did I?! You threatened to kill me or someone close to me!" I say raising my voice a little.

"Believe whatever you want angle." He says pulling into the driveway.

We arrive home and I go straight to my room, ignoring Harry calling after me. I slam my door closed and go to change out of my clothes.

I walk out of the bathroom to be greeted by a not so happy Harry.

"What?" I scoff walking last him and climb into my bed.

"Start packing up your stuff enough for about two week and be ready to leave in three days, after this thing we have to do for Chad." He said more as a demand.

"And why would I do that?" I fire back.

"Because" he said sitting rather close to me making complete eye contact. "You do as I say remember? What happened to not fighting back with me?" He questions.

"I said that before I knew they were looking." I say with a glare, he just burst out laughing.

"What so funny?" I say honestly confused by his actions.

"You actually think they will find you? Love it's been almost a week! They will give up sooner or later! The cops here are LAZY!" He says chuckling.

"How would you know?!"

"They have been after us for about eight years now, and still haven't found us!" He says.

"Now get some sleep love we have a bust couple of days planned!" He says standing and walking out of my room.

Notes

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