Luke let me curl up closer to him and I was allowed to ignore the fruit for the first episode. After the intro of the second, Luke finally put an end to it. He paused the show.
"You want to eat something?" He asked. I shook my head affrightedly. He nodded, sighing. "How about this? Every time Dean cusses, you eat a piece of fruit." I was too nervous to glare at him. "Deal?" I didn't want to. But I didn't want it to come to Luke forcing the food down my throat. I hated that and so did he.
"Fine." I answered. I knew I had a small amount of time before I had to eat.
Sure enough, a few minutes after the intro, Luke put the bowl of fruit in front of me. I took a watermelon cube and ate it and he moved the bowl back to the other side. My stomach growled in anger.
I had eaten four pieces and my stomach absolutely detested it. I was breathing heavily, trying to keep from vomiting. I could feel Luke monitoring me out of the corner of his eye.
My body heaved and he swung the bowl of fruit under my mouth just in time for me to throw up. The terrifying moment of not being able to breathe because I was choking came and went and I cried.
"I'm sorry." I whimpered once I had caught my breath again. Luke didn't scold me and he didn't make any disgruntled faces or comments.
"It's alright, you're doing well." Instead, he encouraged me. "Come on, let's get your teeth brushed." A hand went on either side of my waist, helping me stand shakily. He helped me to the downstairs bathroom that we each kept a spare toothbrush in.
After Luke helped me get cleaned up and changed into a fresh outfit that he brought downstairs so I wouldn't have to go upstairs, he decided going back to bed wasn't a good idea.
"If you try to escape this thing with sleep, you'll let it win." He protested. I whined in wordless defiance. "Come on, let's talk. I feel like there's still some things that we need to figure out." I groaned again once that came out of his mouth.
"That doesn't encourage the whole staying awake thing." I answered him. He snorted playfully.
"Come sit down." He instructed. I was rebellious but I found myself doing as he said, taking a seat at the dining room table opposite of him.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
Ficción General"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't th...
