Beauty And The Bad Boy

Chapter 8: Stockholm Syndrome

*Isabella's P.O.V.*

We left the mall to go "home". He drove us back to his place as we rode in the car silent. We finally got to the front door. I broke the silence. "Okay, I can't take it anymore. Would you please tell me everything?"

"We haven't even had lunch yet." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Stop stalling and tell me what's going on." I said impatiently.

"Let's go inside first, grab something to eat, take a shower, and then we can talk."

"Ughh! You promised that you were going to tell me as soon as we get home."

"No. I promised that I was going to tell you when we get home. I never said 'as soon as we get home'. It could be at anytime that I could tell you. And I will tell you just not right now."

"Dick." I said taking all my shopping bags.

"Here let me help you with that." He said.

He took all my bags from my hands and brought them upstairs to a room that was decorated beautiful in victorian decor. It felt like royalty. I began to sing "Royals" by Lorde in my head. I started swaying as I sung in my head.

"What are you doing?"

"Singing in my head."

"You're weird."

"And you're a pychopath." I retorted. "This room is nice, by the way."

"Yeah." He said agreeing with me and setting all my bags down on the bed.

"Kaden did this all for you. I guess he must really like you or whatever."

"Yeah, right. Kaden is not capable of love. All he's capable of is screwing girls and breaking hearts. It's like he has no soul. He probably made this room to bring different girls up here and bang or something." I scoffed.

Jack began to wince in pain. "Jack. We really need to take you to the hospital. This is serious." I said trying to pick him.

"I'm fine. I told you that. Look, Kaden is not such a bad guy, if you get to know him. He is just misunderstood."

"Did Kaden put you up to this? Because it sounds like you're trying to be a wingman to him. Are you trying to make me like him?"

"No." He said walking away.

I pulled him back to me. "I think you are trying to do that."

"I told you to be on your best behavior or I'm not going to tell you about everything. You're misbehaving so I'm not going to tell you."

"Oh, yes you are. I'm going to make you tell me."

"How?"

"Like this." I pushed him on the bed, then got top of him. He was still trying to hide his face with his hoodie and his hands.

"Hey, what's going on? It's getting a little too kinky with you." He laughed nervously.

"Tell me or I'll pull your hoodie off."

"No."

"Fine." I began to pull off the hoodie.

"No. You don't want to do that." His voice becoming even more nervous.

"You said you were going to tell me."

"I lied to keep you quiet."

"Well, it didn't work. Tell me now or I will take off the hoodie."

"I'm just trying to protect you. I can't tell you anymore. I've changed my mind." He pleaded.

"Fine, Jack. Then, I'll just have to pull the hoodie off."

"No, don't do tha--"

It was already too late. I pulled the hood off his face and removed his hands from his face. His face was revealed. He was scarred and tattooed and bald as if he went through chemo therapy.

He looked back into my eyes and looked sad as if I just strip him completely naked and he was now ashamed lying under me. He tried to put the hoodie back on and get me off of him, but I stop him.

"I know I'm ugly. Right?" Jack said with sorrow in his eyes.

"No. I think you're beautiful and different. " I said giving him a smile.

He looked shocked, but then he smiled back at me.

"You don't have to hide anymore, Jack. I like seeing your face this way and seeing you smile just made me feel a little bit better about my situation."

"You're beautiful, too, Nothing" he said.

"Why did you call me 'Nothing'? Is that a Perks of being a Wallflower reference?"

"No. I just remembered the time you yelled at me and told me not to call you 'princess' or 'anything'. So, I called you 'nothing'. Although, I do like the Perks of being a Wallflower and reading." He smiled.

I smiled, then laughed. "Wow, you really are funny. And did you say you're a fan of the that book and you like reading. Okay, you're my new best friend. If I ever go back home, I would love for you to meet Ariana. She's boy crazy, but she is the most funniest person you'll ever meet." I got a little sad thinking about Ariana and not having her with me.

Jack noticed this and he put an arm around me. I put my head on his shoulders and closed my eyes and sighed.

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Hey, Mom. It's Isabella. I know I haven't talked to you in a long time since I've began to feel depress after your death. It's just that because I didn't get to hear you talk back to me that I gave up hope in talking to you. But then I realize you are talking to me. You gave me signs everyday of my life just to make me happy. Like how you sent me into the woods. Even though I'm away from dad and sis, who I have happened to find in the woods (a funny story actually), but because of all this I was able to meet the most amazing person in my life. Jack. I spent a whole month with him. But I felt like I've known him forever.He said he was keeping me safe. I don't know what. I've tried to ask him so many times, but I get caught up in his amazing smile and personality. I think I might suffering from Stockholm syndrome. I think both Rose and I have it because we're falling for the guys who've held us hostage. Anyways, you always told me not to judge a book by its cover; I'm glad I followed that advice because even though Jack thinks he is unattractive and sure he has scars and tattoos all over his body. But I think he couldn't be anymore beautiful. He has a beautiful soul, heart, and mind. He is just a beautiful creature. I don't know what he is or how he got this way, but I don't care. Anyways, thanks for showing me that I can be happy again, mom. I love you.

~Love, Bella.