Fate (Prequel to Captured)

Chapter Seven: Shocking Surprises

For the rest of the day, whenever Amy was acting like a bitch I would threaten her or remind her that I could easily take back my promise to become her "friend". That seemed to shut her up, and now she wasn't really giving me any trouble. The whole day went by normally, until I turned off the TV and decided to go up to bed. Amy followed me obediently, and when I opened my door she crawled onto the bed and curled into a ball. I knew she hated being handcuffed, but that was one thing I was never going to stop doing. If I didn't handcuff her, how did I know she wouldn't escape the first chance she got? And I couldn't risk her running away and telling the police. 

I climbed into bed beside her and just as I was reaching for the handcuffs I felt her hand on my arm. I turned to look at her and she was wearing an innocent expression, her eyes soft. 

"Don't put the handcuffs on yet." she pleaded in a quiet voice. I raised my eyebrow and hesitantly put them down. I wonder what she was doing. As soon as I turned back to face her I felt her hands around my neck as she pulled my face closer to hers. I didn't fight it, I was curious to see what she was thinking. She leaned closer and pressed her lips to mine, and I was frozen in shock. Her kiss was cold and unwanting, and I could tell there was no real emotion behind this, but she knew it made me happy. I smirked through the kiss and wrapped my arm around her waist as I dragged her closer to my body. I deepened the kiss and she let me, but after a few minutes she pulled away, breathing heavily. She was blushing slightly, and then she held out her hands, palm-up. That same wide, innocent look was still in her eyes. 

"You can handcuff me now." she said softly. My mouth was slightly open in shock, but I shook the thought away and picked up the handcuffs, gently clicking one around her wrist and the other around the headboard. 

"Goodnight." she said in a tiny voice. I felt her free hand grasp mine, and give it a reassuring squeeze. Her touch was warm, and I leaned over and kissed her forehead. 

"Goodnight." I mumbled, rolling over again and slowly drifting off to sleep. I was shocked as to why she was suddenly acting like this towards me, and I felt a warmth inside me like I had never felt before. My anger was just...gone, for the most part. And I had never felt like this towards anyone else in my whole life.

***

As the next few days went by, Amy began to talk to me. More than she used to; a lot more. I asked her more about her childhood, and she reluctantly told me. I wasn't really sure why I wanted to know anyway, but I let the words slip out anyway. I also asked her why she was never mad at her dad, and she told me that wasn't the case. She said that she was always furious with her dad, but she knew that she didn't want to become a monster like him. She would never stoop to his level and take out her anger on other people. I looked down at my hands as I felt guilt flood through me. Was I doing the wrong thing? Was I taking out my anger in the wrong way? I had been abusing many people, and that was exactly what my father had done to my mom. I had stooped to his level, and actually hurt people... I felt horrible. I dropped my head into my hands and clenched my jaw in frustration, and then I felt her hand on my back. 

"It's okay Chris, you didn't know at the time." she said reassuringly. I looked up at her, and she was giving me a sympathetic expression. 

"I know now." I said in a hollow voice. She just nodded and smiled slightly in encouragement, and I managed a half-smile in return. 

"I'm sorry for what I did." I mumbled, not happy that I had broken down and apologized. 

"It's okay." she said softly, looking down. I thought I saw a different expression flash across her face that said otherwise, but before I could realize what it was it was gone. 

***

That night, something else happened that surprised and shocked me. I walked into my room and stripped down to my boxers, seeing that Amy had already taken the handcuffs off the nighstand and handcuffed herself to the bed. I chuckled slightly, seeing how used she was to the routine. She didn't even struggle anymore. I kind of felt bad for keeping her as my prisoner, but I needed her. I was selfish, but it was true. She took away my anger, without me having to rape her or abuse her. I needed someone like her around, or I might go back to doing what I used to do...