Hate Affairs

Chapter 12

Later the same day

Jolie was getting everything ready for the party with her couple of university friends while I was sitting up in my room and packing away my new things I had bought.

I took the books I had purchased and placed them on my nightstand. I took the first from the top and started reading it. I heard the door bell ring a couple of times and the music got louder and louder each couple of minutes leading me to believe that everything had started down stairs.

I couldn't focus on anything. The music was loud and I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. I got up from the bed and went downstairs.

The whole first floor of the house was flooded with people, everyone was dancing, drinking, smoking, some were kissing in the corners of the house with other people and I'm sure that somewhere in the most darkest spots some were even getting it on.

I walked into the crowd and tried to find Jolie but I couldn't. Instead I was pushing through people who I didn't know and all of them were giving me dirty looks as to why am I disturbing them.

I made my way to the kitchen and saw it all trashed with cups and bottles of alcohol and other stuff all around. I cleaned up a bit and then saw blue flashing lights out the windows. Fuck.

The police came as someone had called for a noise complaint. They came to the door and I promised them to turn the music down and hoped to be done with it.

"Hey what's going on" Jolie came to me and looked at the cops.

"You're too loud" I said to her through the loud music.

"Wait" one of the police officers said and I saw them talk something with the other office and they agreed on something.

"I'm sorry girls but we will need to search the house as one of us suspects substance abuse may be happening here" he said and pushed past us and into the house.

Everyone stopped dancing and the whole house went quite. Almost everyone started to leave one by one when there was only me and Jolie left. And of course someone threw their grandmas prescriptioned pills into the trash can.

Moral of the story: never let Jolie throw a party. We both got taken down to the police station and had to stay there until someone could come get us. They drug tested us to prove that we weren't the ones using the substances.

We spent a couple of hours in the cell and I was mad, pissed at Jolie. She apologised multiple times.

I didn't respond and waited for my parents to come bail us out as they were the only ones that could.

I was finally starting to have a good relationship with my parents and I'm sure this little event is gonna set us back where we were before I was kidnapped.

I sat there thinking as there was nothing else to do. Kidnapping. Lucian kidnapped me and now I kinda miss him since I got free. Do I have Stockholm syndrome?

Usually Stockholm syndrome happens only a few days after the person has been taken hostage. They say it develops because the captor at first has threatened to kill the hostage and after saying that they will keep them alive, the hostage forgets the hate for the captor and instead shows gratitude for keeping them alive.