Prisoner

Chapter 1; Stockholm Syndrome

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All that could be heard was the distant sirens through the fogged skies. Ashton Westfall's body lay limp on the ground, inside of Sebastian Reed's immense home. A laceration on his torso, a cut under his left eye, and a toxic love for the one who abducted him.

Sebastian was long gone by now. He was all Ashton could think about, his mind screamed for him. It was a tragic story. Sebastian Reed has taken Ashton away from his family and friends, straight out of his life. He hurt him, physically and emotionally until Ashton knew to love him. That's where it started. Ashton's love for Sebastian.

Once the sinister older boy had gained the love of Ashton, he used it as a power. Forcing Ashton into horrific crimes. Murder, violence, robbery. Although, Ashton believed it was all for love. Little did he know how wrong he was. As soon as he disobeyed to murder his own mother, Sebastian sliced the knife rapidly across his torso. He left him there to bleed out.

How the cops were notified, Ashton didn't know. He was grateful, though, but also quite frantic and upset. For he knew that Sebastian would be caught and in trouble. Ashton didn't want that. Not in the slightest.

Blood stained the wooden floor underneath him as his vision began to blur. A loud crash erupted through the still household. Ashton attempted to hang on, but his pain overtook him and everything went dark. The last thing he was able to capture a glimpse of was the faint picture of the police rushing towards him.

- a time skip to the day after -

Ashton's eyes flickered open to reveal a room lit by multiple white lights. A plain white ceiling stared back at him. It took but a few brief moments for his memories to come flooding back. Every single one of them, even those he'd rather leave behind. The sharp and demanding pain on his torso was used as a reminder of his injury. The very injury caused by the one he claims to love.

Reality was too painful to confront. The one who cared for him was captured, and he knew that Sebastian wouldn't be happy with him about it. A trembling fear pushed through his veins, but the distinct clicking of heels on the floor had him vigilant within a second. He sat up as best he could while managing the excruciating pain of the laceration.

The clicking of heels was created by a tall women. She was brunette, and wore a white coat over a blue top. Glasses sat neatly on the bridge of her nose as she took a long glance at Ashton, as if she were studying him. Her original emotionless expression was replaced by a warm smile.

"Hello, Ashton. I am Doctor Lillian Villentes. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." She greeted kindly, extending a hand to shake. Ashton shakily took her hand politely, and after the short contact she placed her hands by her side again. "Now, lets get down to business, shall we?" She began, not giving Ashton a chance to respond.

The words she spoke were clear and prominent. Yet Ashton still found himself fading, and simply concentrating on the bleak scenery of his hospital room. He continued until she said something that struck his interest. "We've come up with a diagnosis for you, and we've consulted the police to find out what our next plan for you is." She paused, inhaling before she delivered the news.

An exhale briefly escaped her parted lips before she continued on, "You have been diagnosed with Stockholm Syndrome. I'm sorry to say this. Well, I hope you enjoy the remainder of your visit here." She finished off and spun on her heels. Doctor Villentes has marched out the door without another word, and left Ashton by his lonesome yet again.

The brunette's mouth hung agape, confusion bursting within him. Stockholm Syndrome. He wasn't quite positive what it meant, but he knew enough. There was a misunderstanding. There had to be. He loved Sebastian, and he was sure that Sebastian loved him as well.

His last few hours at the hospital were spent thinking deeply, and he refused to move from his spot on the bed. In fact, he would've stayed there all day and all night until it was interrupted by two officered abruptly entering his room.

One of them stood at the door of his hospital bed while he other one silently walked straight over to Ashton. He was confused, yet he immediately knew what was to happen when the officer had his hands in handcuffs and held behind his back. "Stand to your feet." The officer ordered shortly.

Frantically, Ashton blinked and attempted to struggle with all the strength he could muster. It wasn't much, and the single officer was able to maintain him, but at least he tried. The laceration and all. Seeing as struggling was no use to him, he found he had no other option. A defeated sigh escaped his lips and he stood from the bed, ready to walk out for good.

Upon examining himself as they exited the hospital, he was thankful that his black vans were still on his feet. It was good that the doctors allowed him to keep his cloths, as Sebastian bought them for him. A pained smile laced his lips at the though of Sebastian, and how he'd probably never see him again.

Thinking of Sebastian always made time go quicker. It also always gave Ashton a smile. He truly loved him, or at least he thought. The loud sound of the officer opening the back door to his car snapped Ashton out of his whirlpool of thoughts. It was official, he had arrived at the prison.