Song for this chapter: Secrets-One Republic
"Please just tell me what you want from me" I say drained of all my energy as S carried me back to the house. All I know is that these guys are capable of much more than I had anticipated. They hurt Jason so badly, I cant even begin to describe how awful he looked, how could anyone be so damn heartless?
"Yo! We have a big problem now" Jay says walking in holding his hurt crotch. S places me on the ground and closes the front door.
"And this bitch is the one to blame" He says coming closer to me making me flinch and hide behind S.
"He's going to tell the cops what happened and now we don't know if anyone saw our faces, we weren't hard to spot since she put up quite the show!" Jay spits and I look down.
"What was that all about anyways?" S asks confused and I close my eyes and see Jason laying helpless and bleeding on the floor.
"Answer!" Jay yells and I feel a sharp pain on my right cheek. I fall backwards and look up in absolute fear.
"JAY!" S yells pulling Jay by the collar and dragging him into the living room. S turns around and looks at me once before disappearing into the other room. I hiss at the pain when my tears roll down the cheek that he harshly slapped me on. I look towards the door and back at the room they had gone into. I could make a run for it but this area was too deserted. I would hardly make it a mile before they caught me again.
"We have some things to go over" S says coming back into the room and I pull my knees up to my chest backing away and he sighs.
"Jays not here" He says and I nod too afraid to look him in the eyes.
"I'm going to drop you off now but you remember our deal right?" He asks.
"Please" I beg barely able to stand one day with them let alone who knows how long theyre going to keep me with them.
"Your'e lucky we're even letting you leave got it" He says sternly and I nod my head sniffling.
"Get up" He says coldly and then he wraps his arm around my waist taking me outside to his car. He buckles me in and then walks around to the drivers side. I look over to the cup holder in the car and see a shotgun. The entire car ride was silent except for me giving directions, I was afraid because now he would know where I live but I was even more afraid of lying and giving him wrong directions because I was a terrible liar and if he found out I lied I would be dead.
"Turn here" I whisper barely audible but he heard me.
We arrive to my house and 4:30 and I didn't dare to move.
"C-Can I go?" I ask not looking up.
"Scared of me?" He asks chuckling darkly and I whimper, my cheek was still throbbing from when Jay hit me and I was immensely afraid of what S might do.
"I told you this once and I'll tell you again" He says lifting my chin and making me look into his dark green eyes.
"I'm not going to hurt you" He whispers and I close my eyes and he brushes his thumb over my cheek making me hiss in pain. I see his eyes darken in anger and I breathe heavily getting worried that I might have done something wrong.
He looks out the window and takes a deep breath trying to calm himself, he catches me staring and I look out the window making him smile. He gets out of the car and opens the door for me helping me out of the car.
"I..um" I say awkwardly waiting for him to leave and he just walks up to my front door.
"Lets go" He says and I look at him confused.
"You didnt really think I'd let you off the hook that easily did you?" He says as I unlock the front door walking inside.
Oh god now he was going to kill me in my own house!
"B-but my moms going to be home any minute now" I stutter.
"Well then we better get upstairs" He says and I gulp. I lock the door and then make my way up to my room with S following behind me.
The blood rushes to my cheeks as he starts looking around my room. It wasn't exactly the most mature room in my opinion. I had quotes all over my walls but each one had a special meaning to me I also had a bunch of lights hung up. It was one of those "Tumblr bedrooms" that everyone seems to want.
"Wow" He says and I awkwardly shift on my legs from left to right.
"I uh, alot of it is random really but it all means something to me" I say and he sits down on my bed and pats the seat area next to him telling me to sit. I sit down but keep my distance from him.
"So, you cant fly unless you let yourself fall?" He asks referring to the letters on my wall. I smile thinking about when I first came across that quote.
"Yea, its like how you cant really do anything if you don't take risks and fall, thats what life is all about though. Falling and failing until you finally succeed. Have you ever thought about how birds always have to trust their guts when the take off? They literally jump from high heights and trust that theyll be able to fly, what if they don't though? They could very well just be falling to their death but they don't think like that. To be quite honest I wish I was able to think like a bird, to be fearless sometimes. I wish I could just do whatever I wanted without over thinking and over analyzing every aspect of every situation. I put that up to remind me that its okay to fall as long you always get up. Most of the quotes you see around my room are actually related to that as well, basically just about never giving up" I say and then my eyes go wide realizing I had just ranted on about stuff that he had no interest in. He looked impressed and intrigued at the same time.
"Can I ask you something?" He says and I nod my head feeling somewhat more comfortable with him now.
"How do you know that guy?" He asks and my mind drifts back to Jason.
"He..He's my everything" I say and S stiffens up.
"Boyfriend?" He asks with a hint of jealousy lacing in his voice.
"No no! Hes gay and I see him as more of a brother" I say smiling.
"He saved my life" I say getting teary and biting my lip.
"How?" S asks and I sigh.
"Look I don't want to talk about this especially with someone that wants to kill me or rape me" I say and S' eyes go wide.
"I wasn't planning on doing either actually" He says awkwardly.
I hear a car coming into the driveway and I realize my mom was home.
"Moms home!" I say and S gets up, I thought he would climb out my window or something but he just walks right into my closet.
"What are you doing?" I whisper but he tells me to shut my mouth, seconds later my mom walks into the room.
"Hey sweetie why are you still up?" She asks and I look at the closed closet and back at her.
"Oh I was reading" I lie and she laughs.
I moved my hair a bit and made sure to cover my cheek.
"Alrighty then go to bed now" She says kissing my forehead and walking away. I mentally thank god that she didn't catch my lie.
"Oh and honey whose car is in our driveway?" She asks lurking in my doorway.
"Shit" I mumble under my breathe.
(A.N) A lot of people don't understand why Hailey would just open up like that to her kidnapper, well you have to realize she isn't perfect, she has her quirks, one being that she opens up too easily to those who would be willing to listen and having spent her life so isolated from everyone she tends to trust easily.
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The Girl With the Scars
Ficção Adolescente/ / Stock·holm syn·drome (noun) / / feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. *DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS SUBJECTS SUCH AS SELF-HARM AND ABUSE*