Stockholm Syndrome

I didn't react. My heart sure did though. It was beating so fast you could see it through my shirt. I didn't kiss back, knowing I wouldn't be able to stop. His lips were so soft against mine. They fit perfectly.

"Kiss me back, Chelsea. Please." He begged, connecting our lips again. I couldn't. This was wrong. I pull away, leaning against my headboard with my knees to my chest. Luke sat there, staring at the spot I sat at just seconds before.

"W-why would you do something like that?" I asked, a tear streaming down my face. I didn't want to be a rape victim now. I don't want that kiss to turn into something that makes Luke hungry for me. Was I scared? Hell yeah. Did I hate the kiss? Absolutely not.

"I thought you wanted me to. The way you look at me and how you didn't care that I was holding you. A-and you just sounded so sad when you were talking. I thought you needed me to do something." He starts for me but I cower away. His eyes widen at my action. He touched his lips lightly, staring at me with wide blue eyes.

"You're scared, aren't you? I scared you?" He stood up. I don't reply, hugging my knees closer to me. He runs his hand through his hair, looking me in the eye. I would turn away bit they seem to be more blue than usual.

"I can't believe myself. How could I do this? We were getting closer and closer and I just lost all of your trust." He started to tug on his hair. I was scared again. Last time he got really mad was when I tried to escape. We all know how that went.

"Lu-" Before I could say anything he stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind him. I jump slightly. He was angry now. I cry into my knees. I wanted to go home.

I wanted a lot of things. I want my family back. I want to have friends. I want a boyfriend. I want to be less awkward. I want to have a real life. I want people to like me.

I won't get any of those things. They'll never let me go. It's either I stay here forever or die. I liked the first idea better. I didn't dare go out of my bedroom. I stare at the door, silently praying Luke would come back. What are you thinking, Chelsea?

No! You are NOT Chelsea! You are Ariel Cotten! Don't believe one word those lunatics say!

Who am I kidding? I'm starting to get used to them. I'm starting to call myself Chelsea. I'm smiling, laughing, talking to them. One day they will become a part of me. I won't remember my real name. I won't remember Toni. I won't remember how I got here. All I will remember is that I belong with these people.

Today is not that day.

I stand up slowly and walk to my closet. I search through all the things hanging up. It was like I picked it all out myself. I look at each shirt and hat. They were perfect. Next was the drawers. There were things in here I could never afford. I pull out a short black dress and hold it against my body, looking into the full body mirror on the closet door.

"Woah." I whispered. I've never owned something so pretty. It ended just above my knees. It was sparkly and just... wow. Why would they buy me something so beautiful? I go through all my new clothes, sorting my favorites from my least favorite.

When I finished, I grabbed my 'Normal People Scare Me' sweatshirt and put it on, taking my pants off and hopping into bed. I didn't sleep much. It was probably 11 pm. My door opened so I pretend to be asleep. I pretended a lot.

The boy came in and sat on my bed. I open my eyes slightly to see it was Luke. He stared at me for a long, long time. After while, He opened my blanket and slid in. We were face to face. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his chest.

"Now we're back here like every night. I couldn't stay away from you. I was scared I lost you after trying so hard to get you. Don't ever leave, Ariel." He whispered, pecking my nose. He called me Ariel. Did he do this ever night? I didn't care, though. I felt like I was melting in his touch.

"I know you can't hear me but I just wanted to say that besides the lads, you're all I've got left. I have told you things the boys don't even know. Don't cry ever again, okay? It pains me to know you're sad." He said, pecked my forehead. I cuddle against him so my ear was on his heart. It was beating crazy. He was tense but soon settled and hugged me close.

"I like you, Ariel. Don't ever doubt that." And just like that, I was asleep.

Notes

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