Stockholm Syndrome - A One Direction Story

Chapter Nineteen

Everyone seeing Oakley & talking to her for the first time:

Niall:

I walked into the room after the doctor.
"Oakley, your brother is here, like we talked about."
I looked at her. She didn't really look too different other than her hair. That was a big change. Now it came obvious how she was able to hide in plain sight. Anyone who really knew her would be able to pick her out from a crowd. But she doesn't know anyone in California.
I looked at her & she looked at me. She was sitting up in her hospital bed with her knees pulled to her chest.
"Are you ready to see him?" The doctor asked.
"I don't care." She said, as she broke eye contact with me & looked in the opposite direction.
The doctor walked to me & whispered. "It will be hard. But she'll come around. Don't give up." She said, before taking a seat in a corner of the room.
"Hi Oakley." She didn't respond. She didn't even look at me.
"I missed you."
"I was okay without you." She said, which kind of stung.
"I'm sorry I didn't notice you were gone sooner. Maybe we would have found you faster."
"It's whatever." She said. "I was okay after all... until now."
"Why? What's wrong now?"
"They found me too late. They found me when I was finally happy. When I wanted to stay with him. & then they just ripped him away from me."
"But Oakley... he ripped you away from us."
"I love him now. I don't want anything bad to happen to him. He never hurt me."
"I'm sorry that you feel that way Oak... so what are you gonna do on the court date?"
"I already told them, I'm testifying against him. I wanna defend him."
"Oakley, if that's what you feel like you need to do that's fine, but when you're in court you're sworn to tell the truth. If you speak at all you have to answer any questions, which could still incriminate him. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"So I just won't speak at all then."
"& if by some off chance he doesn't go to jail... then what will you do?"
"I'm going to stay with him... I'll come home sometimes, but I want to stay with him."
"Okay... well Amelia & Harry are here & they want to see you too. So I'll let Amelia come say hi."
"Okay." She agreed before I walked out.

Amelia:

"Hi Oak. How are you?"
"I'm okay I guess. Other than the fact that the man I love is behind bars & it's all my fault."
"Oakley, you don't love him."
"You're briny known who I love."
"Yes. I do. You love Harry. & I love Justice & we had our whole futures planned out in our heads. You were going to marry Harry & I was going to Marry Justice. Then we would live in the same suburban neighbourhood just outside the city. & we would have a family & our kids would be the best of friends. I know it sounds crazy, but that's what we talked about when we had all the time in the world to day dream."
"You're right."
"I am?"
"Yeah... it does sound crazy. Do you even hear yourself when you talk? That's so stupid. Maybe I used to love Harry. Or at least I thought I did. But I didn't know what love was then... I do now. I know that I love Zayn."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"But I do. You weren't there. You wouldn't know."
"Oakley you were being manipulated by him!"
"Don't yell at me! You don't know anything!"
"Whatever... maybe it's not worth wasting my breath."
"It's not."
"Harry's coming in next. Whatever you do, don't tell him what you just told me. You'll break his heart even more."

Harry:

"Oak. I missed you."
"I missed you too I guess."
"Are you happy to be coming home in a few weeks?"
"No."
"No? Why not?"
"I don't want to say goodbye to him."
"Oakley, he hurt you. He's going to jail."
"He didn't hurt me. & I don't want him to go to jail."
"So you're not going to speak in court."
"No. I will not talk bad about him, & if that means not talking in court at all, then I won't."
"Okay... well for the record... we really want you to come home."
"Whatever." She said as she rolled her eyes. I stepped out of the room. The three of us had seemed to be defeated by her. She wasn't the same person she was when she left us. We only hoped that somehow she would be brought back to herself.