Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 2

"You look amazing." He said, breathless as I opened the door. I looked down at myself. I was just wearing casual clothes.

"Thank you, same for you." I politely added. He had a black swimsuit on and just a white v-neck over it. He chuckled lightly.

"Okay let's go." He said and offered me his hand. I was a bit hesitant to take it, thinking it was still strange that he was being super affectionate on the first date.

I put my hand in his and we walked through the main doors of the apartment buildings and to his car. "This sounds kind of weird but... I never got your name." He said shyly as he opened my side of the car.

"Alexa." I giggled, "you're Cameron, right?" I asked just for confirmation.

"Yeah." He said. "Anyway, Alexa, you should probably get in the car now." He said motioning to the open door and emphasizing my name. My mouth turned to an 'o' as I remembered he was waiting for me.

I hopped in the car and he went around to the driver side and got in too. He started up the car and we were off to Santa Monica. I thought he would make small talk but he didn't.

We drove in silence for about 20 minutes. It was probably one of the most awkward car rides ever. "I'm thinking it will be pretty empty there.." Cameron spoke up.

"Yeah? Why do you think that?" I asked, confused because it's so popular.

"Everyone's going to digifest tonight." He said casually.

"Oh yeah.." I mumbled. I didn't want to even think about that place if Matt was going to be there.

I sighed as I put on the tight baby blue dress with a black lace overlay that Matthew picked out for me. He had paired it with black stilettos. It looked nice but it was way to tight. It was practically crushing my boobs and butt.

"You look stunning, babe." A voice said from the doorway that made me jump. I turned around to see Matthew leaned against the frame and smirking.

"I don't feel stunning." I retorted. He put a hard look on his face and came over to me. He put a tight grip on my waist from behind and with his left hand, moved my hair to the side... Revealing my neck.

"I don't care how you feel." He spoke sternly. He pulled me back into his chest quite forcefully making me whimper slightly. Even with my stilettos on I was about 2 inches shorter than him.

I was pulled back out of my thoughts as I felt his lips graze my neck. "You're all mine. I can do anything I want with you and I'm not sharing." He mumbled into my hair. His right hand trailed down to my thigh as his left hand held me in place. "Tonight I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow." He whispered in my ear, gently biting down on my earlobe making me gasp.

"Please, stop." I begged him. I felt his hand trail to the inside of my thigh and make it way upwards.

"You don't know how fucking bad I want you right now, Alexa." He mumbled, his voice slightly raspy. I felt a prominent bulge on my back from his oncoming boner. He stopped about two inches below my.. 'Place'. "But I'll save it until after dinner." He said, letting go of me. "Let's go." He ordered.

He grabbed my hand and laced my fingers with his, leading me out of the room.

"Alexa?" Cameron asked. I snapped back to reality and turned to him.

"Yes?" I responded.

"We're here." He told me chuckling a bit. I looked around and sure enough we were parked right outside of Santa Monica pier.

"Oh! Okay." I told him, putting my hand on the door to push it open.

"No, please. Allow me." He said getting out of the car and running over to my side. He opened the door and offered his hand for me to step out. I took it hesitantly and hopped out of the car. He closed it behind me and we started walking along the boardwalk.

I thought he would let go of my hand but instead he laced our fingers together like it was just a normal thing to do. "So do you want to go on any rides?" He asked.

"No, I don't really like roller coasters that much." I answered truthfully.

"Okay, how about dinner?" He said.

"Sure." I answered casually. He led us to a little cart that was selling hot dogs, hot pretzels, frenchfries, ice cream, cookies, and cotton candy.

"What would you like?" Cameron asked.

"I'll just have one hot dog and some fries."

Cameron gave mine and his order to the person working the car and we waited for about five minutes until we got our food. I followed him over to a small picnic table and we sat down.

"So, tell me about yourself." Cameron insisted. I took a bite of my food and thought for a bit.

"Umm okay, let's think." I said, swallowing my food. "I grew up in a small town in Minnesota and I moved here for college. I've only been in really one real relationship before. I love to play guitar but I suck at singing. I've always wanted to learn how to surf. Oh! Those jetpack things over the water! I want to do those so bad! And- sorry, I just got excited.." I mumbled at the end and blushed.

"No, don't apologize. It was cute when you got excited. But they have those 'jet pack things' here if you want to try them." Cameron chuckled.

"Yes! Let's do it!"

"Okay calm down we still need to eat." He laughed. A genuine laugh. God it felt like I've never heard a boy really laugh because of me. I smiled at him and he caught me staring. "What?" He asked partially mumbled because he had a bite of a pretzel in his mouth.

"I don't know, there's something about you...." I rested my elbows on the table and out my head in my hands. I studied his facial features. Nice jawline, full lips, perfect teeth, fluffy hair, milk chocolate brown eyes, tan skin. What was really not to like about him? Those eyes though. They remind me too much of Matt.

I stopped when I realized he was staring right back at me. I felt my face heat up and I leaned back so I wasn't so close to him. He chuckled under his breath as we both finished our food. We got up and threw it out.

He grabbed my hand immediately when it was free and we started walking again. I felt a little spark run up my arm as he laced his fingers with mine. But no.

I can't fall in love again. I did once and I shattered. I fell and I broke. He left me like a kid would run away when they broke a vase and knew they would get in trouble if their mom found out.

It's been two years. I should be over him. Those therapy appointments should have helped build my trust for people but it didn't. Maybe Cameron could help.

I just need to trust him. Just one night. If I can trust him this one date then maybe, just maybe, I could trust him for another one. "Cameron?" I asked quietly. I was shy to ask. "Can I trust you?" I spoke even quieter. He stopped walking abruptly which made me stop as well.

"Why do you ask?" He said looking down at me. "Who hurt you in the past, Alexa?"

"Can you just answer the question?" I said slightly irritated.

"No, who hurt you? Was it your ex boyfriend? You zone out, apologize every second, say sorry when you get excited, and your always hesitant with me holding your hand or something else. You can trust me, I just need you to tell my why you act like this."