Two days later, Wednesday, my stomach was acting a little more agreeable but not by much. Luke decided he needed to do some shopping and I opted to go with him instead of stay home alone.
Getting ready to go, I reflected on how Luke's lucky stumble upon wealth was incredible but had turned both of us quite introverted.
I let my hair out of its ponytail and let it cascade over my face. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while, trying to pinch away the remnants of the double chin I would love to get rid of. I knew if I said something about it to Luke, he would tell me there wasn't anything there.
I never believed him.
When I walked out of the bathroom, Luke was just walking out the front door, yelling to me that he would be out in the car. I grabbed my purse and stuck my phone in it for in case I needed it. I noticed my wallet was in my purse as well.
Walking out to the car, I glanced at my phone's lock screen, noticing how many messages I had. Most of it was spam, some of it was a couple of people saying they hadn't seen me in a while and trying to figure out if I was ok. As I sat in the passenger seat of the car, I quickly swiped them all away, taking notice of how some of the messages were dated more 8 months ago. When I looked up, Luke was watching me. I looked at him questioningly.
"Thought you said you didn't have friends."
"I don't think I did. I had acquaintances, I suppose." I decided. He nodded.
"Are your 'acquaintances' worried about you?" He asked, mocking my choice in words.
"I assume they were just being polite and checked up on me when I stopped showing up at my classes." I legitimately believed they didn't care about me. Luke nodded again, starting the car.
"What will you tell all of them?"
"What? You mean I shouldn't tell them that I was kidnapped by a ten-foot-tall monster while I was walking home from the party they forced me to go to and then he turned out to be my stepbrother?" I asked, sarcasm oozing out of every crevice of my run-on sentence.
"And this is why we need alibis." Luke chuckled subtly. I rolled my eyes in agreement.
"Whatever. I think my story is great."
"Well, just so you know, I'm a few inches away from being seven feet; not ten."
"Ten gets the point across a lot better than seven does." I defended my earlier statement with pride.
"Whatever," Luke responded in teasing sass before turning back to the road.
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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...
