Stockholm Syndrome: A Why Don't We story

Chapter 10:

"I-I'm sorry..."I murmur while looking at the floor. I can barely see it, but he raises his hand and I flinch. When I don't feel anything, I look up at him. His rage was replaced with sadness.

"I don't hit women." Jonah says with no emotion, as he walks away. I return to the room I will be staying in and look around to take in its full beauty. I notice another door inside the room, so naturally I walk over and open it only to find a bathroom with another door!

I open that door as well and find a closet full of clothes. I look at them and they seem very expensive, but they're my size and style. Wow. Jonah must have been doing his research on me. That creepy ass stalker bitch. I change into some comfortable clothes and I lay sprawled out on my bed, thinking about life. After a while, I sit up and look at my scars, wondering why my attempts have all gone wrong. I don't like it here. I'm not talking about Jonah's house or this town. Just here in general. This Earth. I don't want to live.

That's why I love music. It's the only thing that can never leave me. Certain songs always match up to how I'm feeling. Just think about it. There's a song for every moment, every emotion, everything! I listen to it all as long as it has lyrics. Every artist has a story and they tell it through music. Some people get cheated on, some people have a terrible family life, some people want to die. But in the long run it all comes out through music.

I turn on the T.V. and put on music. The rhythm and the lyrics coursing through my soul letting me realize what the song is truly about. As I get lost in the music, there is a bang. I jolt up to see the door open with Jonah standing in the door way. I lay back down and close my eyes.

"Turn that off!" Jo yells.

"How about you fuck off?" I respond calmly, not caring what will happen. Suddenly, the music turns off and I look up to see Jonah holding the remote. As Jonah is walking out of the room, I say "It wasn't even that loud! Suck a cock! Oh wait! Never mind you'd enjoy it!" He turns around and raises his eyebrow at me.

"What did you say?" He asks.

"I think you heard me." I say, laying my head back down on the pillow.

"Well, I wouldn't. I like boobs too much to be gay." He says and I laugh. "So how about you do it, because I know you would enjoy it."

"As you said, I wouldn't. I like boobs too much to be straight!" I joke. Jonah's face drops. "I'm kidding!! Dude I'm straight." He lets out a huff and leaves, while I am sitting there laughing my non-existent ass off. After I calm down, I remember I have weed and rolling paper in the pocket of my coat. I grab it and walk outside onto my balcony. I roll and light a blunt. 

Sitting quietly and getting high. Two of the best things ever. After taking a few hits, I finally feel like I can relax.  I finish the blunt and go back inside, lying down on my bed and drifting off to sleep.