Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

New Surroundings

Chapter 2:

I woke up with a groan and everything was all a blur when I opened my eyes. All I saw was a mixture of colors, and I had to blink several times until my vision came back to me. I was lying down on a small bed, and I was in a room that contained no windows. The walls were all bare, but I noticed a chair that was against the wall. It seemed like that was the only other piece of furniture in the whole entire room. That's when everything played back in my mind. I held my head as it became a dizzying rush of memory of the night before.

I remember having Niall over and just hanging out until he left. I remember that we kissed, and I was only worried about leading him on, but then my worries soon changed as I awoke to my house alarm ringing off. There were two guys that had broken into my house and they were looking for my dad's safe. I remember Niall calling me to tell me how he felt and begging him to call the cops. I remember the sirens in the distance as the two strangers took me out of the window. Lastly, I remember the rancid scent of the rag that Zayn pressed to my mouth and nose, knocking me out in the process.

I groaned as everything spun around in my head. A lot happened in such a short amount of time. I suddenly felt panicked as I realized that I was kidnapped, and I had no idea where I was. I jumped out of the bed and looked around for any way out. I saw the door and slowly worked my way to it, but froze once I saw the door knob twist. I fell backwards in shock as the door pushed open and in walked Liam.

He looked down at me and gave me a kind smile. I was shaking in fear as he held his hand out for me to help me up. I didn't accept his offer, instead I crawled backwards until my back hit the wood of the bed. Liam sighed and walked closer to me. "I'm not going to hurt you." He said quietly, but I didn't trust a word he said. He was my kidnapper, one of them anyway, how was I supposed to trust him? For all I know he was just waiting to hurt me in some way or form.

"Where- where am I?" I shakily asked, and he then sat criss-crossed in the floor in front of me. I held my knees to my chest as he smiled kindly at me again. Something told me not to fear him, but it was hard to listen to that as he basically shoved me out of my window and made me climb down a drain pipe just to take me to wherever I currently was. "I can't really tell you much, but you're at our hideout. I'm actually surprised you're awake. Most people would be knocked out for a while longer." He commented and my eyes widened at that news. "You've kidnapped someone before?" I asked, and he nodded slowly. "It kind of comes with the job."

We both sat in silence as I let everything sink in. I looked over at Liam and took in his features. He had dark brown hair and kind brown eyes, but he was a kidnapper and a thief. Him and Zayn were. These guys who took me have done something like this before and I really don't want to know what happened to the other people they took. Was it really even necessary to take me? Sure, I had their faces identified, but it's not like I could have told the police much apart from their appearances. For all I know we were in another country or something. That thought made me panic.

"What country are we in?" I asked and Liam gave a soft chuckle. "We're still in the U.K. Don't worry about it too much though." He said. What was that supposed to mean? How could I not be worried about where I was currently residing? More like being held against my will.

"Are you hungry?" Liam asked me and I shook my head, but my stomach betrayed me at the mention of food and it growled at that moment. Liam laughed at that and said "I'll get you something. You need to eat. I'll be right back." He said and then he got up to leave. The door shut behind him, and I heard a click of a lock. I relaxed a bit as multiple thoughts on how to escape from here ran through my mind, each one seeming too risky to go through with.

If I made a run for it, I could get caught. Plus, I didn't exactly know where in the U.K. I was, so I could just as easily get lost. I could try to fight my way out, but I was never really the strong type. I never really developed much muscle, I just seemed like I had it. I could try to call for help or something, but I didn't have my phone and there was probably nobody within the area that would hear me screaming. It seemed like no matter what route I would take, it would fail miserably.