triggered - c.hood | au

dodici

a n g e l i n a

the last thing i could remember was a cloth covering my mouth and a sharp pain pricking at my neck before i blacked out. yet all of a sudden i'm waking up in the passenger seat of calum's car.

"you're awake." calum said as he drove straight ahead. "how are you feeling?"

"my neck and my head hurt like a bitch, but other than that i'm just peachy." i said bitterly.

"there was an ambush by a rival gang." calum says. "they thought by taking you, we'd give into they're demands. i wasn't going to let them get away with something that stupid, or let them think i've gone soft. so i got you back and set them straight."

"why?"

"why what?"

"why?" i asked again. "you didn't have to get me back. i know that in your "situation", many people have died. why didn't you leave me to die? i'm just a means to an end for you, you don't have to keep me around."

calum then sped across the highway and pulled over, the car coming to a forceful stop.

"is that what you really think?" he turns and asks me. "that you're just a means to an end?"

"i wouldn't have said it if i didn't." i said.

"and i wouldn't have saved you if you weren't worth saving, angelina." he says to me. "there's so much you don't know yet, but trust me, you're where you belong."

no, i'm not.

"here, with the vipers, with me."

i wasn't quite sure how to take what he said. whether it was meant seriously, to be intimidating, to mess with me. i felt as though i had absolutely no one i could trust, and trusting people takes time.

calum looks at me differently. no one that i have known has ever looked at me that way before. some would say i'm crazy, that the stockholm syndrome  was finally getting to me. maybe i just couldn't help the way i felt. it could've been whatever drug i was on. it could've just been the moment itself.

maybe i liked calum hood.

and maybe he liked me too.