Stockholm Syndrome

17: Starbucks

17: Starbucks

Three months passed. I hardly learned anything about him. But I did know now that we were on private property in the middle of nowhere. He still wouldn't tell me why I was here.

Luke let me be free of restraints a lot more and I was able to see more of the house. Under supervision.

"What I wouldn't give for a Starbucks." I whined as we drove past it. He had agreed to take me on a ride around town 'as long as I behaved.' He let out a deep breath and pulled up to the drive thru. Right after he finished ordering, before the car moved, I threw the door open and bolted.

Luke let a string of curse words fly from his mouth before stopping the car in the middle of the drive thru. He crawled over the middle of the car and out my opened door, lunging after me.

 I was tired and couldn't run without feeling a little tipsy, but I still ran. Luke was gaining on me though. I ran right past a woman but Luke wasn't fortunate enough not to run into her. He muttered a quick apology but didn't really pay any sincere attention to her.

 If he was close enough that I could hear the conversation, he was too close. So I kept running.

 The only thing keeping me going was imagining the horrible feeling of his hand latching onto my shoulder. And I had imagined it so many times that when it actually happened, I wouldn't have known it was real had it not jerked me to a stop. I started screaming but Luke already had a pill half way down my throat. It didn't make me black out but I was too dizzy to function and the world turned blurry.

 He walked me back to the car and to all the bystanders I'm sure it seemed like I was doing this on my own free will. Ha. Free will. Seriously sounds like a joke at this point. Free will. Freedom. I have none of it.

We got back to the car and got a talking to from a police officer who I assumed moved the car into the parking spot it was currently in. I murmured something along the lines of 'kidnapped' but Luke just used it as his cover.

"I'm so sorry, sir. My sister overdosed on her medication by accident. It makes her spacey and she kept forgetting she had taken it. I took her on a drive because it helps her relax. She wanted Starbucks and then, when I ordered, she jumped out of the car. I'm sorry, I know I should've moved the car. I just couldn't bear to see something happen to her." I would've been convinced Luke was telling truth, had I not been so angry with him. I began crying but the police officer seemed to think the explanation was genuine. Like I said. I would have too. Partly because Luke sounded choked with emotion and stared straight into the officer's eyes. And partly because I was in hysterics, which made it more believable that I had overdosed. But the police man still should have checked it out. The way Luke looks could scare the crap out of anybody. Total stereotypical kidnapper look.

When the officer left, Luke pushed me into the seat and slid in the other side. He received a dirty look from the employee who had been working drive. The last thing I remember before I blacked out from 'overdose' aka exhaustion, was Luke buckling my seatbelt for me and turning on the child lock. Crying. I also remember myself crying. I wonder if Luke ever got tired of that.