Stockholm syndrom

Day 3

When I wake up there is an apple and a bottle of water on the floor. Normally a rich girl who gets everything she wants and gets treated like a princess, I wouldn't even dare to eat anything that had the slightest contact with the ground, but I'm so hungry I grab this one- here and eat it in no time. I look up quietly and see a camera in the corner of the room. I spit out the piece that was waiting in my mouth to make it to my stomach. Not only does he torture me, but he also watches me suffer even when he's not in the room. An unbelievable anger seizes me. How can a human be so horrible?! I hate him. Whatever the reasons why I'm here, he deserved it. I throw everything I have to hand at him. And get up in a fit of anger.

- Damn you monster, I hope you'll suffocate in your own horrors, alone and very unhappy! It's not for nothing that your mother abandoned you in a garbage can when you were born! I hate you! Fuck it. I'm sure seeing how you turned out today; she would do it again.

I stop abruptly when I hear footsteps rushing and very heavy heading for the stairs. That's it, it's now that I'm dying...I still can't believe what I said...No matter what he will do to me, I'll have deserved it this time. He brings out the worst in me...with good reason. I quietly slide to the ground. He savagely enters the room, banging the door against the wall. He advances towards me with dark eyes. I back my hands against the wall. He hits my head violently against it. I have never prayed a moment in my life, but at this precise moment I do. I pray that he doesn't kill me, that he lets me go.

- You think you're better than I am, huh?

He spits in my face. I shake my head trying to convince him.

-You are wrong! You think you have everything in life, but you have nothing. When's the last time your parents were proud of you? When's the last time they hugged you? The last time they wanted to hang out with you. They don't even know your favorite color or the music you listen to when you're sad. They don't care about you. You are much more alone than I am. You need me. In a few weeks you won't be able to live without me. And when that happens, I'll throw you away like trash like you did to me. If I don't kill you first.

I'm speechless, he's right. My parents are not interested in my existence. I judge and yet I am no better. I don't want to admit to myself the horrors that brought me here even if I know why I am. Deep down I'm the real monster here.

THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO LOSE YOUR MIND?? The guy kidnapped you! You just rejected him. Ok that was cruel, but it wasn't supposed to happen that way. I don't deserve to be kidnapped for this?! He is the monster. He deserves to rot in jail. He can't kill me! Not for this fucking joke. He should have known we were kidding him. How could I have cared about the high school weirdo? To say that it's only me who pays the price. It wasn't even my idea.

Flashback Dec 13, 2018, 9:12 a.m.

7 friends around a fire drinking beer what more could you ask for. Gigi's parents are away, so we can borrow the house. Sacha only invited us, but I have a feeling that Louis and Zayn have other plans in mind. For now, it's just us as Gigi asked us. We have a few drinks, and we talk about everything and nothing. Until we get to this topic...

- Styles is just a psycho!

I'm not sure how we got there, but I feel the unease coming over me.

- Is it true Talia that you were friends with him?

- We haven't spoken for years...

- Say, what do you know about him? Everyone knows who Styles is, but no one really knows him.

I have always had the need to be appreciated by my friends. I couldn't disappoint them. Even though I know it's wrong I start talking. After all, Harry, and I, that friendship ended when we were 15.in fact, I started to ignore him to please people. And after that he became so weird... He was always an angry child and with too much pain, but now he scares me too. It's like a new person. I don't even feel like I know him the least bit

- His mother abandoned him when he was little. His father died before he was born. He was adopted by an old couple. The old man has always been abusive to him. He never wanted to tell me what was going on, not that he didn't trust me...he couldn't. He's always had a weird tendency for blood... he bled almost every day as if it amused him. Once... his cat died and he kept the corpse for a week before his adoptive mother realized it, as if he didn't want him to go away.

- Ewww creepy. This guy is not well.

Said Gigi. Daniel took it back.

- It's still sad.

- He's still insane. We should lock him up

Says Zayn.

My heart tightens. I remember how little me, loved him despite his flaws. I would never wish him to be locked up. Tonight, I crossed a line that I promised myself I would never cross...I was one of the villains in movies . Harry didn't deserve my betrayal and for that I hate myself.

I hold my head in both hands. To say that if I had shut my mouth that night none of this would have happened.