Stockholm Syndrome

14: Deafening Silence

14: Deafening Silence
​I heard Luke come back in to check on me. I didn't turn to look at him when he opened the door to the tub. He sighed and I trembled a bit when there was movement behind me. He sat down on the outside of the shower and grabbed the bottle of hair soap. He shampooed, rinsed and repeated. Doing the same with the conditioner. He helped with the body wash, rinsed me off, then flipped the shower off. He grabbed a hair tie from the counter and wrapped my wet hair in a bun so that it wouldn't drip. Even though it was terrifying, I wanted a reaction from him. I wanted him to get angry. The silence – the six day silence – was killing me. It was deafening no matter how little noise there was. I wanted Luke to yell, scream, to show emotion. So I grabbed the towel he supplied, wrapped it around myself and ground my heel onto his foot. He groaned and I bolted. He was walking behind me but I slammed the bathroom door shut in his face. I knew he believed I would make a go for the front door, so I didn't do that. It never worked. I ran straight to the room I had first woken up in and shut the door quietly so he wouldn't hear me. I found one of his shirts in a drawer and put it on in place of the towel. I almost collapsed onto the bed but thought better of it. The bed would be too easy. I wanted him to show emotion. To be angry. I wanted to see if it was possible of him. That little bit of panic he showed when I got out, I yearned for that. Because it was so much better than dead, deafening silence. I hated that whatever move I made, I could feel his icy blue eyes on me. So I dived into the closet and shut the door. I listened to him stomp down the hallway, a string of muttered curse words flying from his mouth. My energy was gone so I made myself comfortable and waited.