Stockholm Syndrome

deux

two | declan

Declan rolled his eyes. "Yes, mom," he spoke irritatedly.
"Dec, when will you come visit? I miss you running around the house."
"Soon," he lied. He very well knew he was no where near going back home any time soon. He enjoyed his life much more now.
"Okay, baby. Well your grandad needs my help. I'll call you tomorrow," the woman promised her son.
"Bye, mom." He sighed with relief as he hung up.
It's not that he didn't like his mother; he loved her. But having her calling him everyday wasn't something he enjoyed. Sometimes he just wanted time to himself.
It was midnight and Declan was driving by the park that he knew was very far from his home, his eyes concentrated on his surroundings, hoping to see the beautiful girl from always. He wanted to make a move on her, yet he was always too shy. Then he noticed it. A figure on the grass in the field beside the park. He stopped and parked beside the field, getting off and curiously going towards whatever was there. Except it wasn't a 'whatever' it was a 'whoever'. He shuddered at the thought that it could be a dead person, but then again he had been watching paranormal activity way too much. So he shook it off, laughing at his silly thoughts.
Arriving at where the body was, he noticed something familiar. It was no other than the pretty girl he saw walk by everyday. He noticed the backpack beside her and opened it. By the stuff inside he learned that her name was Lesley, and that she was a senior in high school; she wasn't much younger than him---a year or two he guessed. Then he got an idea. Without really thinking about what he was getting himself into, Declan picked up the soaking wet teenage girl and walked her to his car, tucking her in the back seat and driving away. As if nothing had happened, humming a little tune all the way home.