Stockholm Syndrome: A Why Don't We story

Chapter 1:

As the bell rung, I shot out of my seat. I grabbed my things and bolted out the classroom door, starting to walk myself to the commons for lunch. Avoiding anyone and everyone around me. When the teachers say, 'The bell doesn't dismiss you! I do!', I have one question. What the fuck is the bell for?!

"Hey, Madison!" I whip around only for my steel gray eyes to be met with the hazel ones of one of two of my friends, Zach Dean Herron. In all honesty, he's kind of a fuck-boy, but I love him anyway. One of his ex's cheated on him with one of his basketball team-mates. It's like a never ending chain, she did it to him, because another did it to her. Then he'll turn around and do it to his new girl.

"Oh, hey Zach! Can we sit together today?" I ask hopefully.

" 'Course. How is everything?" He asks me. You see, my life is a little messy. I met Zach when I was in first grade. He was getting picked on for being a 'nerd' (even though he is popular now). I walked over and stood up for him. Ever since then, we have been inseparable. Life was great, as it should be for someone that young, until my mom passed away from a car accident when I was in third grade. She was in a collision with a drunk driver. I was in the car with her, but she reached back to save me. I would have been dead if she didn't save me. After that, my father became abusive and an alcoholic, but he never drove after he drank because that was the reason of my mother's death. He blamed me for everything. He also raped me when I was 14 years old. Zach is the only person who has helped me through this. I'm insecure, I have anxiety and depression, and I smoke weed.

"I have actually been doing pretty great." I lie straight through my teeth. He holds out his hand.

"Maddie, I know you're lying. Give me your arm..." Zach started. Shit. I hesitated, but that just made him frustrated. "Now!" I jumped back and gave in. He rolled up my sleeve to show my arrow tattoo along with a few scars and several marks of the fresh cuts from yesterday night... He sighed. "Why do you do this to yourself?! I told you to call me if you ever felt like doing this! I will pick up the phone, even if you call at three in the fucking morning! I feel like you don't trust me anymore. I love you too much to see you in pain like this. Please, don't ever do this again. Please..." He begged. He was in tears at this point, and so was I. I nod my head. "Has he done anything to you lately?"

"He threw some bottles at me on Wednesday, but other than that, no." I responded truthfully.

"Okay. Well besides that, do you want to sleepover tonight? I know it's a school night, but it's not like my parents and your dad would give a rat's ass." Zach asked me, wiping his tears away from his red face.

"Sure. It beats being stuck at home." I agree.

"A'ight. Do you just want to come home with me after school? We can pick up your clothes and stuff before we go to my house." He stated, flashing me his million-dollar smile.

"Okay." We sit down and start to eat. I grab my phone and go on Instagram.