Stockholm Syndrome: A Why Don't We story

Chapter 19:

Our lips move together, but I don't feel any sparks. You are supposed to feel sparks right? I pull away.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me..." Daniel says awkwardly.

"It's alright. Daniel, I am so sorry, but I don't feel that way about you." I try to reject him gently.

"Of course you don't." He sighs in defeat. "I am so so sorry. I really hope this doesn't change anything between us. I would really like to stay friends with you."

"No Daniel. Just because this," I start, circling my fingers between us. "Just happened, doesn't mean anything would change between us." I comfort him and pull him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. "You are my only friend, other than Zach." He lets go and pulls back. "Speaking of, I should probably make sure he hasn't tried to get a hold of me." I walk towards my room and pick my phone up from the nightstand.

Zach: 213 missed calls and 506 new messages

Myta: 76 missed calls and 58 new messages

Just as expected. Myta and Zach care more about me than my own father does. I walk into the family room, because I 'can't be trusted'. I turn off my location services so my phone can't be traced, and I call Zach. By the second ring he picks up.

"Guys she called!" I hear faintly and then I have to pull the phone away from my ear. "Madison Roze! Where are you?! What happened?! We are all worried sick!!!!" Zach scolds me, his voice cracking at the end of his rant.

"I can't answer that, but I am okay. Who is all there with you?" I ask wanting to know who actually cares about me.

"It is so amazing to hear your voice! It's me, my family, and oddly enough, Jack." I am shocked. Why would Jack care about my well-being?

"Hey!" I hear a voice say from the other end. "Let me talk to her!" I can almost hear Zach rolling his eyes through the phone. "Hi, Madison. It's Jack."

"Hey Jack." I smile into my phone.

"Please come back if you can. We all miss you so mu-" He was cut off by an angry voice yelling. Not on that side of the line, but here.

"What are you doing?!" Jonah bursts through the door and I drop my phone to the couch I was sitting on.

"N-nothing." I reply quickly, afraid of what he could and might do to me.

"Madison? Are you still there?" Jack asks through the phone. Luckily, it was only loud enough for me to hear.

"Really?! 'cause it doesn't seem like nothing to me!" He shouts again, grabbing my phone. The screen lit up when he picked it up. His face got an even angrier expression on it when he realized I was talking to someone. He immediately hung up and brought my phone out to the garage. I followed him timidly. He placed it in the vise and tightened the clamp. He grabbed a hammer and took it to my phone. I gasped and pulled my hands up to my mouth as silent tears ran down my face. He took about seven good hits to it, and it combusted. Jonah then shoved past me to get inside. The smell was putrid, but I powered through it and stood on the step in the same position I was in when Jonah pushed me aside, unable to move. Daniel comes through the door.

"What's burning?" He asked. All I could do was walk towards him, bury my head into his neck, and cry. He looked around and gasped as soon as he saw the image that couldn't be removed from my mind. He lifted me up and carried me inside to my bedroom. He placed me on my bed, and we sat together and cuddled for about 45 minutes while I soaked his shirt with my tears.