Stockholm Syndrome: A Why Don't We story

Chapter 8:

Song: Liar- Jack Avery

I turn around and see Jack with a smile on his face.

"Hey Madison! Can I get you something to drink?" He yells but I still can barely hear him over the sound of the loud music.

"Sure. What do you recommend? I'm not very familiar with the whole drinking thing." My dad battles with addiction, so I never really touched alcohol because I didn't want it to ruin my life, but Jack doesn't need to know that.

"Ummm, how about a beer? That way you don't get completely hammered." He replies. I nod. He actually cares about me. He walks over to the fridge and grabs out two cans. He tosses me one. "Catch." I catch and open it. After a few sips, I catch a buzz. I'm such a lightweight. "What do you think?"

"It's pretty good." I lie. It was terrible, but I didn't want to ruin the fun, so I set it down on the table.

"Let's go outside!" He yells over the music. We head towards the back door. There was twice the number of people outside then there were inside. A big bon-fire was going too. "Tell me about yourself. I honestly was surprised when you said you hadn't had much experience with this type of thing. You seem like a bad girl with your nose ring." I don't know how to respond.

"Well, all girls are bad. It's just the good girls haven't been caught yet." I joked. We both laughed. "Ummm...Let's see... My middle name is Roze, my favorite food is deep-dish pizza, my favorite color is aquamarine, and I have thirteen tattoos." As I say that, his eyes widen.

"What are your tattoos and where are they?" Jack asks curiously.

"I have an arrow on my forearm, a rose on my hip but I keep it covered, a butterfly on the back of my neck." I turn around and move my purple tipped hair over my shoulder so he can see it. "There is an infinity sign on my left middle finger, a turtle on my calf, an anchor on my upper arm, my mom's name on my shoulder, a Celtic heart on my chest, a hummingbird on my neck right below my ear, a feather going up my thigh, a tree on my ankle, a dagger going from my wrist to my thumb, and a compass on my lower back." I notice that he is looking at wherever I have my tattoos. "Your turn."

"My middle name is Robert, I sing a little, and I think you are beautiful..." He finishes. I blush.

"Sing me something?" I ask.

"Sure." He smiles as he starts to sing something that I'm unfamiliar with. As he wrapped up his singing, he looked up to face me.

"What song was that?" I ask, needing to know who wrote such amazing music.

"It's an original called 'Liar'." He responds

"You are really good! You should do something with that!" I compliment.

"Thank you." He says.

"I should go find Zach." I say, "I kind of ditched him when we got here." I walk around for a bit before I find him. I tap his shoulder. He is so drunk.

"Oh. Heyyyy Maddie!" Zach slurs dragging out the 'a' in my name. He grabs my arm and pulls me out to the 'dance floor'. "Come dance with me!!!"

"No." I don't do well with public dancing. He pouts his lips and gives me a look I can't deny. "Okay! Fine." I give in. We start to dance and I'm actually having fun.

"Do you know Maddie Lorena?" He asks. Okay? He just recognized me before this.

"Yeah. I do." I reply, wondering what he's going to say.

"She's my best friennnn. I love her so much. I wish she loved me back..." He looks down and frowns.

"I bet she do-"I start but get cut off.

"But she doesn't love me like that... She likes this other boy Jack." Just as he finishes telling me that, Zach gets pulled away by some chick and I decide that's when I really wanted to leave. Zach is way too drunk to drive and I'm not going to take his car and leave him with no way to get home tomorrow. So, I start to walk in the direction of my house since its only 20 minutes away, but the whole time I was walking, I felt like someone or something was following me. I kept turning around to see if there was anything, but every time I did there was nothing. As I pass the trail that leads to the evacuation route, someone grabs me from behind and puts a hand over my mouth. The hand is soon replaced with a white rag that has a sweet scent to it. God damn it! Chloroform! I hold my breath for as long as I can, but I am going to have to breathe sooner or later. So, I give up and inhale deeply. I feel my mind cloud over and soon I am completely numb and under the chemical combination that has just filled my lungs.