Kidnapped By Chris Sturniolo

4.

"We need food" Nick groans opening the fridge.
"Matt we need food" Chris yells.
"Why do I have to go, I always go" Matt complains walking out of his bedroom with his mask on.
"Please" nick groans. "Your the only one who can drive and we can't leave Delilah here alone"
"Fine" Matt says.

As Matt Walks by he purposely stands on my foot.
I wince because I'm only wearing socks.
I rest my head back on the pole.
"Alright see ya" Matt says grabbing keys then leaving.

——— TIME SKIP ———

when Matt returns, they all work together putting away groceries which they didn't have much of it could of easily been a one person job.

Once they finished Chris turns the tv on.
He puts the news on, "you're not famous yet" he says to me.
"Like anyone would care" I roll my eyes.
Nick brings a knife to my throat.
"Stop talking back" he says.
"I can do what I want" I whisper.
He presses the knife into my skin only cutting the top few layers. I whine,

"Nick." Chris says sternly.

Nick pulls the knife away before he goes any further.
I feel the blood trickle down my body.
Chris grabs a tissue and places it under my neck wiping the blood.
I stare at his mask.
He stands back up and leaves the tissue on my neck.

It's getting dark again.

I'm hungry and cold, and still tied to a pole.
I don't know what Chris is cooking but it smells good, but it's not like I'm getting any.
I watch as nick comes over to help him and gets 4 plates out. Wait 4?

Chris puts some kind of pasta on each plate then Nick carried 2 plates one he brings to Matt.

then he starts walking to me with the other. I watch as he does. He has a knife in his hand which scares me a little.
He places the plate on the ground next to me then walks behind me and cuts the rope.

"Eat it" he whispers.
then he turns away and walks to grab his plate then sits down on an armchair.
I grab the plastic knife and fork on the plate and begin to eat, assuming they gave me plastic utensils so I couldnt use it as a weapon.

hmm this is surprisely good pasta.

When I'm done I pull my hoodie over my legs to try and be more warm.
It doesn't really work.
Chris gets up, he walks into the kitchen and puts his and the others plates in the sink.
He looks at me, he motions for me to pass him his plate, I stand up on shaky legs they were numb from being tied up. I go and put my plate with my plastic utensils on the counter.
He takes the plate and puts it on the sink, then just chucks out the utensils.

Chris walks around the counter and down the hall.
I sit down on the floor again.

——— TIME SKIP ——————

I'm getting late now.
The others all went to their own room, I sit on the couch again, it's freezing cold.

I think Chris is watching me tonight but he's not here.
I stand up slowly and walk to the door, I open it, the floor creaks.
I open it to what looks like the woods.

"Your probably safer here then out there Delilah" i hear Chris's voice, I turn around.

"I was just looking" I whisper, he laughs, I look around outside again.

I step outside but Chris doesn't move.

"Theres a lot of bears out there" Chris says.
"Your only saying that" I say.
"Alright" Chris says.

I walk out a little, Chris walks into the doorway.
I stand out at top of the small staircase now.
I look around.
We both spot a bear.
"I told you" Chris says, then it begins to run at me fast.
I feel Chris grab the hood of my hoodie and pull me quick and roughly, I close my eyes, as I get pulled inside then the door shuts and locks.

I open my eyes.

"I told you so idiot" Chris says and opens a cupboard.
He pulls out a blanket and walks over to the living room.
He sits down on the couch and pulls a blanket over himself.
I walk into the living room and sit down on an armchair.
I pull my hoodie over my body, Chris pulls out his phone and scrolls on it.

"Wheres my phone?" I ask, "you think I'm that stupid that I'm gonna give you your phone" Chris says.

"Yes" I say.

He stands up and pushes his hand around my neck and tighten it.
I can barely breath, I grip his arm trying to push it away
His mask falls down, that face he has been trying to keep secret from me this whole time.. while he's brothers didn't really care if I see them.
He loosens his grip on my neck shocked that  his masked just slipped off, I stare into his ocean blue eyes.
He has an almost invisible stubble beard that painted his chin.
He's actually really hot.
He lets go of me and throws his mask on the ground.
He seems really mad. He storms away to his room I go to get up but Matt comes out of his room stopping me. "Nah uh back to the couch" he points like a sturn mother.

——— TIME SKIP ———

Chris had basically ignored me for the rest of the day, only peaking his head out of his room occasionally to make sure I was behaving for Matt.

When he finally returns to the living room his arms were crossed and he still looked a little mad.

A tear leaves my eye.

"Don't cry" Chris whispers.
"Please don't fucking cry" he says and runs his fingers through his hair frustrated.

My breath hitches and I bite my thumb to try to stop crying.
Chris grabs my hand and pulls me up.
He sits on the couch and pulls me next to him.
I begin to cry again, he pulls the blanket over me.
"Stop crying" he whispers.

I put my head back and try to stop crying.
I rest my head on Chris's shoulder.
He puts an arm around me to comfort me then he turns the tv on.
He opens Netflix and puts on some series he started watching.
Chris moves his hand up and down my back soothingly.

After a little I do stop crying.

I look over at Chris's face.

"What?" He whispers not looking at me,

"nothing" I whisper.

He looks at me.
I stare at his face, studying it slowly.
He looks back at the tv.
He stands up taking the blanket and walking into the kitchen.
He pours himself a glass on water then drinks it.
I watch as he does.

"Do you want a drink?" He asks.

I nod slowly and he grabs another glass and fills it with water.
I watch his face the whole time.
I don't know why I can't stop looking at his face.
He looks up at me as he walks over and hands me a glass of water then he sits on the end of the couch and cuddles into the blanket.
I sit on the other end, the cold making me shiver a little.

I can feel Chris eyes on me.
Then I feel his blanket hit the side of my face.

"It's not even that cold" Chris says, "it is" I whisper and wrap the blanket around me.

I lay down but make sure my legs don't touch Chris. I close my eyes, sleep slowly takes over my body.