Stockholm Syndrome: Monster

Chapter 2: Rapture

I throw my clothes on, not caring what I look like, not caring what the therapist says or stupid Hannah. I can't wait to escape this hellhole, I can't contain my excitement! Adrenaline rushes through as I dash down the stairs, ready to manipulate the demon coming to take me away. I reach the living room, seeing Mr. Douche as I have decided to call the therapist, comfortably perched on the crusty floral loveseat. "Well hello there Miko, I'm here to discuss with you your next 2 months of therapy, are you ready to leave in a few hours?" I smile genuinely at him," Of course I am, I can get it over with quicker, and you can replicate more of my blood cells!" I shout, him wincing in surprise. I made him think I was excited by thinking of my escape, causing me to smile for real, while the idiot thought I was excited for the awaiting torture.
"Well we can pick you up tomorrow morning so preparations can be made tonight, how does that sound?" I nod furiously,"That'll be great, mate!" He nods back. "See you tomorrow morning, Miko, be ready!" I inwardly laugh, oh he has no idea! Hannah stomps in,"You need to go fix up the kitch, its filthy!" I scoff,"With your posh little British self..." I mutter lowly. I see her glare at me, but she drops
her phone and cracks the screen from the lack of attention it was getting, the poor thing, it knows the struggle...
Shaking my head, I enter the small, fancy kitchen, ready to take on the challenge of Mt.Dishes. Hannah waltzes in, glaring at me. "Remember Peasant, don't tell aunt about me visiting Kefir, or I'll make your life a living hell!" Then she stomps out the front door, stumbling in those deathtraps she calls heels, the brat. Kefir though, I thought it was a yogurt-probiotic type thing for stomach issues, not a boy's name. But now that bimbo's left the building, I can listen to my music now. When I first came here a week after my parents disappearence, three years ago, Hannah would leave her things everywhere, one day I got brave, I stole her iPod and her favorite ear buds too. I've been using them discreetly ever since, she's so spoiled, she hasn't taken notice in their absence. I look around first, then slip them out of my bra pockets. I pop in the ear buds and listen to Spotify 'House of Memories', by Panic! At The Disco starts up, I know every lyric, I hum to the song and scrub the dishes.

If you're a lover
You should know the lonely moments just get lonelier
The longer you're in love
Than if you were alone
Memories turn into daydreams
Become a taboo
I don't want to be afraid
The deeper that I go
It takes my breath away
Soft hearts, electric souls
Heart to heart and eyes to eyes
Is this taboo?
Baby we built this house
On memories
Take my picture now
Shake it till you see it
And when your fantasies
become your legacies
Promise me a place
In your House of Memories
Oh oh---

Before I could slay the next verse, a hand slaps over my mouth, while the other slides around my waist, trapping my arms. Two other pairs of hands come out to pull of my ear buds, while the other turns off the sink. I'm just staring at floor, pinching my thigh, hoping to awaken from this nightmare, a voice breaks me out of my trance. "Hey love, don't have a heart attack, we won't hurt you." A deep, husky, obviously British guy whispers, his light breath fanning my chest, as he is the one restraining me. I look up to see four dudes wearing Pokemon hoodies, each a different character, so that's what I'll refer to them as. I look down to see my restrainers arms, he must be Ash. I can't just caress him then snatch his hoodie, because the zipper is made to go above the forehead. So I settle for a sweet little beat down.