Stockholm Syndrome l.h

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+ This story is so basic XD like everyone has done something similar. oh +

When we pulled into the driveway back at the house, I felt petrified to the core, shaking in fear. We were late returning from the mall, and if Michael were to find out that Luke took me instead of Calum... well i could only think of the worst that could happen.

I could make a run for it now, but I wouldn't get very far. This hell was surrounded by fence taller than a skyscraper. Besides, what if they caught me? I need to come up with a better escape plan.

"You ready?" Luke's voice broke into my thoughts.

I shook my head, "No. What it they're all waiting in there to beat the crap out of us? We lied to them, and now we're late."

He frowned, then quickly replaced it with a small smile, "We'll go down together, or I can just say that it was my idea."

"And what good is that going to do? Keep us away from each other even more. That's all that's gonna happen, and I'm gonna get punished, while you're up hiding in your room in fear of the boys."

"Not this time." He shook his head and opened the door, "Come on."

Completely oblivious to our bags in the backseat, we exit the truck and walk towards the dreary house. Without warning, Luke took my hand as we walked in the door, greeted by darkness. I was trembling in fear, but with Luke by my side, I knew I was a bit more safe.

"Well...Well...Well..." A voice trailed off slowly as the door slammed behind us, "I knew this would be the case. You two are quite something. Something I admire, but something I absolutely despise." I knew it was Michael by now. He kept talking, "I admire it because you have the guts to go up against me and my wishes, when you know I could easily kill you off at any time." Michael chuckled and flicked on a small light, illuminating his figure. I noticed him holding a knife, and immediately stood behind Luke a bit. "I despise it. I would hate to kill off the main characters so quickly, I mean what's the fun in that?"

With the snap of Micheal's fingers, Ashton and Calum appeared at the side of Luke and I.

"Ashton, take her to my room." Michael smiled, "And Calum, lock Luke in his room."

Everyone started to move around too fast. Ashton gripped my arm and began pulling me upstairs, and Calum pulled Luke down a hallway while he struggled to free himself.

"This is my game, and it's time to play by my fucking rules!" Michael yelled loud enough to make sure we all heard him.

"You can't do this!" I screamed in Ashton's grip.

He laughed hysterically, though it was fake, "I think you've forgotten already. I can do whatever the fuck I want to with you, you have no control here. You're just a weak little girl who can't do anything for herself."

He kicked open the door of Michael's bedroom and tossed me inside like I was nothing, locking the door. And that's exactly what i was, nothing.

The urge to cry was almost uncontainable, being that a few tears had escaped and slowly slid down my cheek. I sat on the cold ground feeling worthless waiting to be mutilated again. This was turning into a never ending cycle, and all I can think about is leaving for the tour to free myself from the hell I'm living.

There was a ear-splitting scream that shook the walls of the house, waking me up from my distant thoughts. Luke. It was Luke. With all the strength I had, I forced my body off the ground and tried to break out of Michaels room.

"Luke!" I screamed loudly. That piece of shit had to lock me in, "Let me out!"

After awhile of trying to force the door open, it did as if it were magic. I opened the door to flee the room, only to be forcefully knocked down by the one who actually opened the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Michael's tall figure stood over mine.

Without thinking what he could do to me there and then, I picked myself up again and tried to push past his giant self. "What did you do to him? Where is he?" I slapped his chest several times before his hands caught my wirsts to hold me in my place. Michael kicked the door closed behind him and walked me backwards, shoving me onto his bed.

"There's nothing to worry about. I put him in his fucking place." An evil smirk played on his lips, "Now I'm going to put you in yours."