You're Mine

chapter 17

a/n: I can't post tomorrow, so here's another chapter. :)

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"Hi!", Amelia greeted her friend when he got into the car with her. "What?", she wondered as he stared into her eyes. Suddenly she felt his right hand cup her left cheek and watched him lean in to kiss her. But this time was different. He wasn't hot or rough or passionate. He was gentle and sweet and that's when she realized. "Owen, no.", she told him, turning away before his lips could meet hers.

"Oh my God, I'm so stupid.", the redhead sighed, disappointed that she didn't want him. "So, that's all I am for you. A friend with benefits.", he mumbled sadly. "A good fuck whenever you need to have some fun. Perfect!"

"Owen...", the neurosurgeon quietly tried. "It's not that I'm not attracted to you too.", she explained carefully. "But...I still have feelings for James and getting involved with someone else means I have to talk about what happened to me. And I don't want to."

"I get it. You have told me quite a few times now that you don't exactly trust me. Just drive home, please.", the trauma surgeon requested, turning to the window on his right. "While you're playing with my feelings, I am in love with you. Just so you know. Oh, and by the way, friendship is a commitment too. So, if you truly considered me your friend, you wouldn't have such trouble opening up."

They were silent for the rest of the drive until Amelia's phone rang, which was attached to the hands-free device. Again, the electronic female voice started speaking: "An inmate from Seattle prison is trying to contact you. To take the call, please press one."

"Hi, honey!", James greeted his ex-girlfriend softly. It was rather late but he had waited for the last call-time of the day in the evening to be sure of reaching her. "How was your day?", he asked. "Where are you going?", he wanted to know, hearing the car.

"You can't call me anymore, James! I won't pick up.", the brunette replied and ended the call before he could respond, surprising Owen, who stared at her in wonder, but she remained focused on the road and went back to being silent.

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"There you are! I thought Leo would make you stay in his room all night.", the redhead chuckled when his friend walked into the bedroom. "Layla and Logan are having another sleepover. I figured it's okay to let them one more time, since baby girl didn't want to go down and my mom had been trying for an hour now. Plus, Logan was really tired, too."

"He was a little fuzzy.", Amelia informed her boss, unlocked her phone, and tried to hand it to him. "I trust you. And now you can go through my phone and also trust me.", she told him but noticed his confused facial expression. "Take it!"

"Amelia, come sit...", her colleague suggested softly, realizing this was going to be a bigger conversation. She was still trying to hand him her phone but climbed into bed with him and stayed on her side as she looked at him. "I do not need to look at your phone to trust you. This is another unhealthy habit of your relationship with James.", he explained, already scared of her reaction. Who was he to judge her relationship?

"Well, how do you know you can trust me if you don't go through my social media and messages?", the neurosurgeon wondered slowly, finally putting the phone down since it hurt to hold it up like that and apparently, he wasn't going to take it.

"The same way you know you can trust me. You don't need my phone to do so.", Owen replied with a small smile. "And I do not need yours either. I don't want to control you. You get to have privacy in this friendship.", he promised.

"Okay, thanks, I guess. It hurts you to be my friend though.", the brunette reminded him. "And I don't want you to hurt, Owen. Because I really like you, but I am not ready for a new relationship yet. Still, it's unfair to stay around you if you are in love with me."

"No, it doesn't. I overreacted earlier. I read too much into this and had too much hope, but I should have known better than to pressure you like this.", her counterpart pointed out. "Which is why I need to know what happened to you, so things like this don't happen. I never know if I accidentally trigger you.", he carefully explained.

By the way she moved her head and sighed as she looked at the bathroom door, he noticed that she was finally considering talking to him about it. Suddenly, she laid her head down on his shoulder while she placed her left hand on his chest.

"I woke up in a glass cage.", Amelia began, feeling her friend protectively wrap his arm around her as he quietly listened. "On a mattress. He was watching me from outside and said I was in there to be safe. There was a bucket functioning as my toilet and some dinner. He thought I had slept with you when you made me stay in your office for two hours."

"Crap, I'm so sorry!", the trauma surgeon started blaming himself but felt her stroke his chest. He loved having her in his arms like that. "What did he do when you told him we hadn't had sex?", he questioned softly.

"He ignored me. He wanted my underwear to masturbate to me and when I didn't believe that he actually would, he just stared at me while he did it. And then he left me in there. In the morning he brought me breakfast, which I didn't want since my toilet was right next to me. I tried to convince him again that we hadn't had sex, but he wouldn't listen, so I told him to do a smear and let someone test the DNA on me.", his colleague continued.

"And he actually did?", the redhead wondered in disgust. He had known the guy was obsessive, but he would never have guessed that James was that insane. He felt like throwing up when he kept listening.

"He had already taken one.", the neurosurgeon chuckled bitterly, not noticing how her friend's eyes widened at that. "Thank God it came back negative because that was the proof he had needed to let me out of the cage, handcuff me and take me to a new room upstairs. It was still shitty but much better. There was a huge bed for us, a normal toilet, books, even a TV, Owen. And then he chained me to the wall and I still loved him."

"Was there another upgrade later on?", her boss carefully asked, hoping he wouldn't hit a nerve with that question. He started stroking her back gently to guarantee his support.

"Nope. He cooked for me all the time and the food has always been great. But we didn't do much. Ate, slept, had sex, watched TV. I read, he was doing a puzzle, we talked. And one day his friend came over with groceries he had wanted him to bring. He couldn't make him leave and the guy opened the door to the room I was in, there was a scarf wrapped around my mouth, so I couldn't scream, and he hit his head with a hammer in front of my eyes, just like that.", the brunette shared. "When he noticed how terrified I was, he talked to me and loosened the scarf. He said he wouldn't ever hurt me and definitely not kill me. Well, that's when I started waiting for an opportunity to get out of there and when he asked me to order a pizza, I called 911."