Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 9

"Please don't do this to me jack! Just let me go. Matt would never find out and your stronger than him. If he does find out he can't beat you up! Just please! Help me..." I said when we got in matts room.

I saw his eyes sadden. "Believe me, Alexa. If I could, I would. But I don't want to lose you again either." I furrowed my eyes in confusion.

"This is the first time we met..." I told him.

"You just don't remember. Just please do what Matt says and don't get on his bad side. I'll try to protect you and make sure you're alright the best I can. When we get some alone time I'll explain." I nodded.

"Please don't tie me up." I told him.

"I need to, Alexa. I'll just tie your wrists to the head board. I won't make it too tight. I just need to or else Matt will be pissed at you and me and he will take it out on you, I don't want to witness that." Jack explained.

He lead me over to the bed and I sat in the middle and put my arms above my head. Jack worked carefully with the rope around my wrists. Weaving it between my arms and the head boards until he ran out of rope and had to tie it off.

"Okay. Matt will be up soon. Good luck." Jack kissed me on the cheek and it kind of was weird. This was the first time we really met and he kisses me on the cheek?

"Wait, before you go," I said as he had his hand on the door knob. "Why does your last name sound so familiar?" I asked. He smiled a small smile.

"Like I said. I will tell you later." With that he left.

As soon as the door clicked shut it was slammed open by a very angry Matt. "You tried to fucking escape, Alexa?!" He shouted as he walked towards me. "Not even two days and you want to fucking leave me again, you bitch!" He screamed and slapped my face. I winced as my head turned to the side.

"Yeah! I did! Do you want to know why?!" I fought back. "Because some fucktard ruined my life! Then he comes back, kidnaps me, and abuses me just like before! So yes, Matthew, i tried to run away! I'm sure you would too if you were me..." I mumbled at the end. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

"I'm trying, Alexa. I really am." He said. His tone of voice was completely different and I've never heard it before. It was kind of... Regretful. "I've been going to therapy. Talking about how and why I act like this. Even my therapist can't figure it out." He sighed and put his hand on my exposed thigh. I flinched and moved my legs away but he kept a firm grip on it. "Right now she thinks it's because I have all this built in anger and that's why she thinks I let it out on you. So she signed me up for some boxing lessons and I've been doing them for about a year and a half now. I've also started up running to clear my head. God I love it so much."

His hand ran up and down my thigh as I sat there awkwardly. "Please take your hand off my thigh." I said politely. It traveled to my upper thigh and squeezed slightly. Then he went higher.

"Why babe? Do you not like it?" His tone in his voice totally changed again. "Well I don't care. You know what I don't like? When someone leaves me with no warning or no clues on how to find them. Then they try to leave again, once I got them back, in front of me... With their boyfriend might I add."

I woke up and had the all too familiar arm draped around my waist. I carefully picked it up and slid my two pillows from where I used to be and got out of bed. I watched as Matt cuddled with the pillows and he thought it was me.

I worked quickly and quietly to get my suitcase out from under the bed. The cab was supposed to be here any minute so I had to go. I carefully picked it up and walked to the door. I opened it as quiet as possible and walked out of the room, a grin already forming on my face. I shut the door quickly and quietly and started walking down the hallway to the front door of our apartment.

I decided to leave a note on the coffee counter so he at least knew I wasn't coming back. I scribbled on a piece of paper that said, "we're over, Matt. This is goodbye." I put it on the table and headed for the door. I left the apartment and happily walked down the hallway at 2 at night.

I made my way to the front of the apartment building and saw my cab waiting for me already. I smiled and knocked on the window. He seemed a little frightened but then assumed he was driving me and opened the door to get out.

He loaded my suitcase in the trunk and I got in the back seat. I told him where to go and with that I left Matthew Espinosa.

"You obviously didn't care about my feelings when you left so why should I care about yours?! Huh?! Answer me!" Matt screamed in my face.

"Because if you want me to love you again you wouldn't kidnap me and tie me up every damn day!" I screamed right back. It earned me another slap to the face of course.

"This is the only fucking way for you to listen to me! If I came to your place and apologized would you have fucking forgiven me?! No you wouldn't. You would push me out of your life again so this is the only way that I have complete control."

"That's just it! You're a control freak, Matthew! You need everything to go exactly how you want it! Have you ever thought of anyone else's feelings?! I never pushed you out of my life you were the one that forced me out of your life! So don't go and try to blame this on me."