At Walmart, I never expected to see anyone there that I knew. But while Luke and I were in the men's clothing section, searching for a couple clothing items he needed, a familiar blonde haired girl caught my eye. Her name was Stephanie and she had been in one of the college courses I was taking before Luke came into the picture. She always seemed like she was trying to be nice but in reality it always felt like her main goal was to make my life a living hell.
I stared at her for a while. Luke slightly caught onto my uneasiness but decided to dismiss it for a while.
But when Stephanie turned our way, I'm pretty sure I made it easier for Luke to see who the reason behind my uneasiness was.
Before she saw me, I legitimately crouched behind a rack of clothes and dove into the middle of them without hesitation. I sat in the center of the rack with my arms hooked around my knees that were pulled up to my chest.
Luke didn't miss a beat as he casually began sifting through the clothes in my hiding spot as a disguised way to talk to me.
"I assume you know her?" His voice was soft enough for only us to hear.
"Correct," I said, my voice the same volume as his.
"Are you currently having a socially awkward phase and avoiding people all-together, or was this a mean girl?"
"A little bit of both," I replied. There was silence and I could see Luke nodding.
It was quiet for a moment before another pair of feet joined Luke's.
"Excuse me, sir. I do appreciate the work you do to keep this store neat and orderly, but if you could work on a different shirt rack, I would appreciate that. My sister is currently avoiding someone –she's inside the rack- and we don't really want to risk her being seen." Luke explained to who, I assume, was an employee in a low voice. There was a stunned silence for a while before the man replied in a whisper.
"Son, whatever drug you're on, I'm sure it's illegal and I suggest you stop taking it." He said in an incredulous tone, not taking Luke's explanation seriously.
"No, sir, I'm being honest, and I'm not high." Luke subtly moved apart two of the shirts to reveal my form crammed into the middle of the rack.
The cashier rolled his eyes.
"Alright, kiddo. Good luck." He turned back before walking away. "You have thirty minutes before I check to see if you're still here. If you are, I'll be calling the manager."
"Understood. Thank you very much." Luke replied. With that, the employee left.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
General Fiction"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...
