Stockholm Syndrome ~Original~ // discontinued

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"So that's why I need to stay with Em for a few weeks, or maybe a month." I concluded, a hopeful grin on my face. Luckily, both my parents were home at the same time (it's a miracle, praise the Lord!) This meant I could talk to them both at the same time. My mother answered almost instantly,

"Alright Lizabeth." I internally puked at my first name and even my dad side-glared at her since he knew I hated my name, yet my mum ignored it or didn't notice.

"I don't see any problem, it's for a practical reason." She glanced over at my father who seemed skeptical of the idea. He shouldn't see any flaws since I had spent the last two days on the idea.

"Please dad, we have our end of term break now anyway for 2 weeks so it won't effect my education."

He groaned and finally smiled at me, "Fine, but behave yourself over there Liz." My grin widened as I got up and hugged the both of them - well my dad anyway, when I went to hug my mum she got up and walked off. "Thanks again dad," I said, my smile weakening as I walked upstairs.

I called Charlie as I packed two weeks worth of clothes, if it took any longer then I could just wash them.

"Hello Liz," Charlie said, I could hear Damien and and a female voice quietly in the background which confused me a little. Must be Tessa, the oldest member in the Lost Boys currently.

"Hey, my parents agreed but they think I'm staying with a friend. So I'll just walk to the corner of the road and you can pick me up from there," I explained, zipping up the small suitcase.

"Alright sure, be there in, like, half an hour? Bye kid," Charlie said, hanging up.

I groaned at the nickname I had received from Charlie and took a quick shower. I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and grey Nirvana shirt. I applied some quick makeup since my face had gotten a new group of spots, spent about ten minutes perfecting my eyeliner since the wing was ridiculously hard to do. I pulled my hair into a neat ponytail with my fringe falling on my face with about three minutes to spare.

I tugged my suitcase down the stairs, bidding goodbye to my bickering parents, receiving a smile and hug from my dad and a quick bye from mother. I admit, I hated how she treated me and my heart broke a little every time she treated me like a stranger but - but,nothing.

She hated me and that was it.

I walked to the corner, hauling my suitcase behind me and trying not to scream from my horrible mother. Thankfully Charlie and Damien were there, sitting in a black car with tinted windows - I only saw them since the window was rolled down. After putting my suitcase in the boot, I sat in the back.

"Ready, kid?" Charlie asked, causing me to glare playfully at him which only made him smile.

"Yep, short-stack." I replied, causing us to reverse actions. He started driving and Damien was on his phone, not looking up. The car was calming quiet so I rolled down the window and put earphones in, listening to Muse as I let my head lean out of the window out slightly. The landscape started to become unfamiliar as my eyelids become heavy; and I let my mind wander until I fell into a heavy slumber.

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My eyes fluttered open at the feeling of being carried like a small child, my thumb resting in my mouth with the coppery taste of blood. Probably from me grinding my teeth and breaking the flesh of my thumb. Whoops.

The world was dark and quiet and I had no idea where I was, probably outside walking to wherever we were going to before I fell asleep. But I didn't really care either, I was insanely tired and could barely keep my eyes open. Considering that I was with Damien and Charlie before going to sleep, I was probably being Damien. Drool was falling onto his shoulder, creating a small wet patch under my cheek. I'd have to apologise for that when I was fully awake and aware.

I heard a door opening and closing as my eyes closed again, Charlie whispering. The soft, caring voice of, most likely, Tessa Gray filled my ears, "Take her to the Matt's room; the guest room is still in an awful state from last week." I could feel Damien nod, since his neck was moving and my arms were wrapped around it. This caused me to let out a groan and tighten my grip.

Someone chuckled softly, "Calm down, kid." Charlie. In return, I mumbled something; I didn't even know what I said. He chuckled again and I felt Damien move again, the hushed whispers of Charlie and Tessa being left behind.

My senses started shutting down just as I was put in a similar bed to when I got shot, the covers being pulled over my body as I rolled over and curled into a ball. My eyes opened slightly, recognising the blue walls of the room I had learned about Matt being in the Lost Boys. Before I drifted back into my dream land of anime and bands, I heard Damien mumbled something.

"I'm so, so sorry for letting you get into this Liz."

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