Stockholm Syndrome (BECHLOE)

Chapter 14

Beca POV

I wake up by hearing someone walking through my room. Maybe it's Chloe. She was there. She came for me. I have her back. Excited I open my eyes and see to my disappointment my father. He's packing my things into a bag. That means I will go. I can go out of here, they let me go home. Than I can be with Chloe. As I sit up he notices that I am awake.

"Good morning."

He says smiling and I reply his smile.

"I will go home?"

"No."

This word takes away all my excitement and joy. I won't go home. But I want to go home. They can't make me stay here forever! I want to go home!

"So why are you packing my bag?"

"You will go somewhere else. The doctor said, that they can't best help you. You ran away last night. They said it's too dangerous for you. I want someone for you, that knows about your situation and how they can help you. We can't go on like this."

"I am okay. I don't want to go somewhere else. I want to go home and be with Chloe."

"How can you even think like that? If she would really love you, she would be here with you. I don't know who she is, but she's not your girlfriend!"

"She is!"

"So tell me where she is? Why she isn't here with you? You say she's the only one who can help you, but tell me why she lets you down?"

"You don't understand! She doesn't let me down. She is always here with me, even if you don't see her!"

"She isn't. You will go. I want you to be fine."

"You know what hurts most? It's not what happened, it's what happens now. You don't believe me and you don't like Chloe! You don't even know her. You don't have the right to judge her!"

Now we're both screaming. I don't understand him. Why he hates Chloe like this? Why he believes everyone but me?

"It's enough, Beca. We will go now. Take your things and come."

He throws the bag in front of my feet and leaves the room. I won't go with him. Who does he thinks he is? I am old enough to make my own decisions and I want to go home.

"Beca. Now."

He screams from the outside. No! I don't want to go. Suddenly the door opens and he comes in again. He grabs the bag and my arm and pulls me out. On the corridor they all look at us  so I stop defending myself and just follow him. We take the elevator to go downstairs. I feel that my father is tense. He is so far away from me now. We were really close. After my mother died there was only me and him. Well, Jesse was also there, but he only did shit. He did nothing right. He never got his life in a row, that's why I didn't wonder when they asked me for Jesse. It's nothing new that he has problems with people like this. All this time there was only my father and me. We did it on our own, even if I often locked him out, he understood me. But now....now he is so far away. I don't know him anymore. Slowly the door opens and we step out into the
entrance hall of the hospital. We cross it and go outside. In front of me I see the long road which I saw out of my room. On the left side I see my father's car at the parking lot. We go over and I hop in the car. My father puts my bag in the trunk and than sits down on the driver's seat. He starts driving. I don't know where we are going, we just drive. I stare out of the window to avoid a conversation. I am not interested in hearing his lies about Chloe and my situation. I just can't hear it anymore. Chloe is bad, she doesn't love me and she's not good for me. I understood what he said at the first moment, but he repeats it over and over again. The only problem is that he never understood what I said. Maybe he understands the words, but not what I am saying and feeling. Suddenly he slows down. I can see a huge house looking like a hotel or something like this. It's one of these old buildings that look a bit like a house of these noble families of the last century. My father parks near to the entrance and then gets out of the car. I follow him. He goes straight to the entrance, but I hesitate and look around. It doesn't seem bad, but in fact that my father brought me here I am really sceptical. As we reach the door my father opens it for me and I step in. Behind the door lays a huge entrance hall. Across from us is the reception. On the left and right are corridors leading out of this room. We go over to the reception and my father talks to the woman. I wait a step behind him so I can't hear much of what they say. It doesn't take much time till my father gets a key. Than he turns around and says the first words to me since we left the hospital.