Hello! So I've decided to start a short little story, hopefully I'll finish it by tonight. Or I'll finish when I get back from my no wifi camp. I'm hoping you'll enjoy this short 10 chapter story!! Love you all, readers!!
-Anamaria
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Five years ago I was hanging with Richelle, my best friend. We were at the mall, no big. I went to get a pretzel when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Next thing I knew I was in darkness and my head hurt. My hands were numb, and I felt stuck.
As life would have it I was kidnapped. For years I had told myself that the fuzz would find me. Save me. I watched so many cop shows I was positive it would be alright. My kidnapper... Would do things to me... Things I'd rather not talk about.
Now, as I sat in the same chair I've sat in for... Who knows how long... I know. He loves me. I don't know his name, he tells me to call him C... If I'm not dead, and he treats me decently well... He must love me.
The door bursts open, somewhere deep inside me I hope it's the fuzz... Its okay though it's only C.
"Can I rant to you?" He asks me. I don't know why he asks me these things, he knows I'll always listen.
I nod my head in response, because my mouth is covered in duck tape.
"Joseph was rude at work today. I wanted to shoot him right then and there. He pisses me off. Why can't people be like you?" He asks me. This was possibly the shortest rant ever. Usually this takes hours. Or what I assume are hours.
I squirmed around a bunch of times hoping he'd take the tape off. Luckily for me, he did just that. I took a deep breath through my mouth and said what I always said.
"Because no one can do for you as I can do." I answered. My voice is permanently damaged from all the screaming I used to do, so my voice always sounds strained.
"That's right." His ruff voice said approvingly, he patted me on the head and stood up. He had a hood over his head.
"Can I ask a question?" I asked quietly. He turned around and looked at me. Well, I assumed he was looking at me. It's dark in here and I can't see his eyes.
"You know I don't like questions." He hissed. Venom lacing his tone as usual.
"P-please." I stuttered. I was hoping he'd say okay because he loves me.
"Fine." He spat. I perked up, 'what he looks like' is to big a question. I just want to know his first name. Or why he hasn't killed me, but I know it's because he loves me.
"What's you're real name?" I asked him.
"Different question." He hissed. Okay... He's still C. Carl? Charles? Charlie? Cameron? Ugh I don't know.
"What do you look like under tha--" I began.
"Different question." He snapped more harshly this time. He cut me off...
"How much time has passed?" I finally asked. Not knowing my own age is what kills me.
"Five years." He replied as if he didn't care on the subject.
"So I'm... 20? Wow..." I wandered.
"Ask a real good question." He demanded, suddenly interested in the subject.
"Why am I still alive?" I asked even though I knew the answer. It's because...
He loves me.
He seemed to dwell on the subject, he was thinking hard. Maybe he was hesitant to reveal the truth.
"You don't annoy me. I like you, so you can live." He finally replied. I stared at him.
"I love you." I blurted. He just stared at me. Well, I think he's staring at me.
"W-what?" He stuttered.
"I. Love. You." I said slowly. How hard is that to understand?
"I need to go, Ella." He mumbled as he left.
"Charlie." I called, hoping that was his name. He heard me but continued to walk... Okay. His name isn't Charlie. Or Charles. Cal? I sat there in silence.
He forgot to cover my mouth. I hear the door slam and I know he's gone. I scream and scream, hoping to get him back here. I continued to scream and scream even though my throat was burning. I screamed for ages, my voice getting more strained by the second. I let out more screams when I heard the door. I screamed and screamed. The door opened wide and a blonde appeared in front of me. He stared at me with wide eyes.
"Hel--" I began.
"Ella." He mumbled.
Wait.
Wait a minute.
He's....
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Kısa Hikaye{Completed} (Editing) Ella Smith was kidnapped at age 15, five years later and her case hasn't gotten any better. She has Stockholm Syndrome and is on a routine. She believes her kidnapper is in love with her and she loves him too, though she's neve...
