Stockholm Syndrome

Pluviophile

A/N:

pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

It was raining like crazy. I felt like the whole city was going to drown with all the rain. I heard on the news there's a storm coming this weekend and it seems to be getting stronger by the hour.

I love rain. It could be raining for months and i wouldn't be mad. I love the color of the sky which is a blue grey. I don't really know how to describe it. It calms me down and i could be in my pjs all day, comfortable.

My mother is probably sleeping at the moment and my sister is possibly doing the same. I enjoy days like this.

I went downstairs to grab something to eat, maybe a hershey's bar or m&ms since i was in the mood for some chocolate. Turns out there weren't any.

I walked over to window to watch the raindrops fall and saw someone standing outside. I froze and didn't know what to do. It was like if i was paralyzed. The figure of the person didn't move either. It's like a black shape painted outside making no movements.

I decided to move a little to the right so i could get closer to the stairs and go to my bedroom. I should probably tell my mother there's someone lurking around our house but i was so scared i forgot.

I started walking back and looked behind me. I looked back to the window again and the person wasn't there. What if he or she is still around? The thought of being robbed or kidnapped makes me want to puke my lungs.

"Honey?" My heart stopped for a moment. My mother scared me even more. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah i was just pouring myself a glass of water."

"Oh okay. Go to sleep it's late. Goodnight." She gave me a kiss on the forehead and went back up to her room.

I didn't tell her i saw someone outside because then she would've freaked out. Of course that's not a bad thing but she's been going through a hard time already so i decided not to tell her.

It was still raining when i woke up. The storm is one of the biggest we've experienced. I barely slept last time thinking about the person outside my house. The person looked taller than me, it was probably a man. The shape of the figure definitely seemed like a man. What if he comes back? I wouldn't know what to do.

"Good morning." My mother walked downstairs all ready to go to work. She grabbed her purse and started putting random stuff in. The most important one, cellphone, then a mini bottle of hand sanitizer, a bottle of lotion, gum, small hairbrush, kleenex, keys, wallet and a pair of shoes.

"Shoes?" I asked her

"You never know." She walked to the door a before closing it she said. "I'll be home late! Be good!"

Be good? When have i ever done anything bad? Okay so one time i was babysitting my little sister and the cops, ambulance and firemen came but it was a small fire. No big deal. Another time i broke the ceiling fan and the glass table but I'm older now. I'm responsible.

"Morning, Wendy."

"Don't call me that." She grabbed an apple and went to the living room.

"Aren't you going to say 'good morning'?" I said teasing her. "C'mon Eloise."

"No shut up. And don't call me Eloise. I hate how our names are so similar. Call me El." I hate that she hates everything. I'm surprised she has friends.

"Do you have any plans for today?" I asked her but she shook her head from left to right.

I didn't have plans either and i was hoping she did so i could drive her somewhere and not be bored.

All of my friends are traveling or doing something productive with their life and here i am sitting next to my grungy sister who hates everything except animals.

She's at that phase. I never experienced that 'i hate everything' phase.

It was past one in the afternoon and Eloise hasn't even moved. "Are you alive?" I poked her.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" She looked at me weirdly and it kinda creeped me out.

"Oh shit." I ran upstairs and took a quick shower before putting on a band tshirt with black jeans and a pair of vans. "Get dressed we have to go!"

"You're the one that has to work. Not me." She got comfortable and looked outside the window. "There's someone outside."

"What?" I looked outside and the man was dressed all black. "Get dressed now!" She went upstairs and put on a sweater, black jeans and boots.

I grabbed the umbrella and keys and walked outside, closing the door as fast as i could and got in the car with El.

"Who was that?" She sounded scared. For the first time i heard her voice shaking.

"I don't know." I drove to the record store since i had to work hoping the person doesn't follow us.

Once i got there i told Eloise to stay in the back of the store while i work.

There weren't that many customers. Probably because it was raining so much. I hate that my boss made me work today. I could be sleeping or watching a movie or probably watching Skins for the 5th time, but no, i have to work.

"Louis!" Liam yelled and walked towards me once he closed the door.

"Heey!" We did our special handshake which was a little long. "You don't work today"

"I know i was just bored at home." He walked over to Eloise and hugged her. "Hey Wendy."

"Hi Liam." She said smiling. Seriously? Liam? She likes Liam. Out of all the boys in the world she likes my best friend. Great.

I pulled Liam to my side and whispered. "My sister likes you."

"I know." He started chuckling.

Liam is my best friend but I don't want El to get attached too much because he'll break her heart. She's literally 17 and this is her first crush. She's the kind of girl who doesn't like clingy relationships. Seeing her all girly for once is kinda weird.

Eloise was helping me organized the records by genres and i heard the bell on the door ring when it opened. I looked at the person and he was looking around.

"Good afternoon." I said nicely. "Do you need any help?"

"No thank you. Im just looking." He said with a rough voice. I stepped away and let him look.

I kept organizing the records and saw the boy about my age go to the cash register. I walked towards him and took the record to put it in a plastic bag. 'The Beatles'. This is a really good record.

"No I don't want it in a plastic bag." He said before i put the record in the bag.

"Nice choice." I handed it to him.

"It's not for me." He said. "By the way, i suggest you take care of yourself. People are always watching and you never know what could happen."