Stockholm Syndrome (BECHLOE)

Chapter 6

Chloe POV

As i wake up I am still laying close to Beca. Her warm, smooth skin is touching mine. Gently I stroke her leg with my foot and she gives a faint growl as response. I don't want to wake her up, because I have to leave and I don't want her to notice it, but it feels good. The night was heaven and Beca, well she's incredible. Her smooth skin, this flawless body. I have never seen a body like this. Her curled brown hair and her dark blue eyes. They're like the ocean. Dark, blue and deep. Keeping all the secrets I don't know and I can sink deeper and deeper into them without seeing an end. And her smile, it's awesome. There's a lightning in her smile I can't deny. She makes me feel like I want to stay here, but there's no usefully reason for it. It doesn't make sense. I take my close and than I open the door a crack to look careful if there's someone out there. I can't see anyone and so run over to my room. It's just three meters away, but I don't want anyone to see me like this. In my room I get dressed and then I make my way to breakfast. As usually I'm walking the grey corridor that seems endless. Well, in a way it is. Aubrey was really clever to make it in a circle. Everything is looking similar and you can only find a way out of this, if you know the right door. It's the door with the inscription *Aubrey*. Most of the people think it's Aubrey's room and so they don't enter. They are too afraid of Aubrey. That's their sad destiny. Behind the door is an elevator and I go up to the first level. Everything looks like an normal house. The inside and the outside. We have neighbors and take part of the social life, like everybody else does. That's why no one finds us. I enter the kitchen where I find Aubrey.

"Good morning."

"Morning Chloe. How did it go?"

"I have her on my hook."

Aubrey smiles kinda proud.

"Look, honey. I told you. You're the best."

I give her a depressed smile, then turn over to take the cerials from the shelf. I put some together with milk in a bowl, take a spoon and sit down at the kitchen table.

"Can you bring the mail to the post office for me?"

"Yes, I will."

Aubrey leaves and I stay alone with my cerials in the kitchen. As I am finish eating, I take the mail and the key for the car. Outside it's warm and the sun shines. I am nearly never outside. Aubrey never wanted me to leave when I was younger and now I am just sometimes allowed to go outside. I get in the car and drive to the post office. I just want to enter, but I stop as I see a poster next to the door. It's Beca. Over the picture is something written.
*Have you seen Beca? Every hint could help. Please report!*

Under the picture are small sheets of paper with a number on. I guess it's the phone number of her family.I stare at the poster. I have never seen that bright smile. The smile I know is broken. The Beca I know is broken. Without knowing the reason I take one of the sheets with the number on it and put it in my bag. Than I enter the post office and give the mail away. The women who takes it is friendly, but I am deep in my thoughts about Beca that I don't get what she is saying. As I am leaving I look again at theposter and than, fast I make my way home. Back in the house I go down to my room. On my bed are some clothes. It's one of my red tops and the black sweater. These are the things I gave to Beca! Why they are in my room? I open the curtain and see an empty room. Where is Beca? I run down the corridor to Aubreys room. She's there.

"Where is Beca?"

"Chloe, you know the rules."

"I did nothing wrong."

"So this weren't your clothes?"

"It were mine, but I forgot them?"

"All of your clothes?"