Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 1

You should already know what Stockholm syndrome is just by reading the hook to this story. I guess that's what happened to me. Except I used to love my captor before he kidnapped me... Strange, right?

I'm not sure if there is a different way of saying that but I still technically refer it to Stockholm syndrome. I loved him before he broke my heart. He left me depressed for two years and came back again. Not sure if he ruined my life or made it better, this is the story of me and my captor, Matthew espinosa.

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"Please, stop!" I begged him.

"No that's the last fucking time you talk back to me, Alexa!" He shouted, punching me one more time on the face.

I knew I would have to go back to the store to buy more concealer to cover the new bruises up.

Just looking at the make up products made me think of those horrible memories with him. I can't believe I used to love him. I sighed and grabbed the medium beige concealer stick off the shelf, putting it into my little shopping bag with the rest of the new makeup products I'm buying.

I walked over to the shortest line I could find and put everything from my bag on the small conveyer belt. "How are you today, ma'am?" The cashier asked.

"Fine, yourself?" I responded politely. He had beautiful brown eyes and soft brown hair. His eyes reminded me too much of Matthews. I quickly looked down and started digging in my purse to find my wallet and avoid looking at him. I know he noticed my shyness.

"Great." He chuckled lowly. I felt my cheeks heat up but still didn't look at him.

"I'm so excited for tomorrow!" I heard two teenage girls steal from behind me. "I can't believe we're finally going to see him!" She said a little too loudly again.

"I know! I've been wanting to see matthew freaking Espinosa in real life for about 2 years now!" Her friend piped up.

I froze when I heard his name. It brought back too many memories that I didn't want to resurface. "I know! I can't believe our moms got us digifest tickets!" She said ever more loudly.

I winced from them screaming and trying to keep my tears back. "Excuse me, miss?" The cute cashier asked.

"Yes?" I asked, snapping out of my trance. I looked at him to find him smirking.

"That will be $62.13" he told me. I nodded. I opened my wallet to find only $51.25, I frowned and looked back up at him.

"I only have about 50 dollars. I can go put some stuff back." I told him. He smiled and put the makeup products in a plastic bag.

"That's alright. It's on me." He said, patting his chest. He put about 30 dollars into the register before I stopped him.

"Stop, please. I can pay the rest." I told him giving him two twenties. He sighed and smiled, taking the money out of my hand gently.

"I'll only take this if you go on a date with me tonight." He told me, pausing before putting it in the register. I sighed.

I guess I need to do something to get over Matt. My roommate, lily, keeps pestering me to find a boyfriend. I smiled at him and nodded. "I would love to," I glanced down at his name tag and back up at his eyes, "Cameron." I finished.

He smiled and gave me short, quick nod. He put the forty dollars in the register and gave me my change. Before he gave me my receipt he wrote his number down on it. "Text me your address and I'll be at your place by 6." He smiled and winked.

I gave him a short nod, took the receipt and my bag, and left. I smiled knowing this would be a good change for me. I took out my car keys and unlocked my car, getting in. I started it up and driving to the little apartment I live in.

I walked into the apartment and shouted, "lily guess what!"

"What?!" She shouted from the kitchen. I walked over there and opened the fridge, pouring myself a glass of water.

"I got a date at six." I told her, slightly smirking. She started screaming and jumping up and down. Not literally of course but that's what she was probably doing in her head.

"I'm so proud for you, Alexa!" She smiled, hugging me carefully so I wouldn't spill my water.

"Thank you! He's really cute too!" I said adding a wink for good measure.

"What time is he picking you up?!" She said.

"He said six." Which reminded me I needed to text him my address. I took the receipt out of the plastic bag and typed in his number. I told him I was the girl from target earlier and gave him my address. I also asked him what type of date it would be tonight.

I guess he was still working because he didn't respond until 5, about 2 hours since I texted him. By that time I had my hair in loose curls that flowed down to my waist. I had a gold smokey eye with winged eyeliner and my favorite mascara. All I needed was my outfit.

I was thinking about going to Santa Monica pier. Does that sound fine?

He asked.

Yes, perfect. Should I bring a swimsuit? Or will we just stay on the pier?

Bring a swimsuit(;

That text kind of made me nervous. We just met for less than five minutes and he's starting up with winky faces? I decided to just play along with it.

Okay:) see you at six!

I put on high waisted light jean shorts and a loose light blue tanktop, tucking it in to the shorts. I put on some white converse and matched it with some jewelry. I had my favorite white bikini on under my clothes and I was ready to go.

I walked downstairs and checked to see it was 5:55. He should be here any minute. "Oh my god, Alexa! You look amazing! Are you trying to get laid?" She said laughing at the end. I gave her a stern look telling her to stop. "Okay okay I'm sorry too far. But you do look amazing! He won't be able to resist you."

"Thank you, lily." Before I could say anymore there was a knock on the door.

Here goes nothing.