How to take a hostage (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 17

The next morning he still was worried. I acted normal, because I didn't want him to jump around me like a crazy squirrel. The best way to get over it would be to slowly forget it and not making a big thing out of it. It almost happened. In the end it didn't. Thanks to him. Hanging in my thoughts it caught me out of the blue when he asked if I missed my family. I didn't know what to say. Shall I be honest? We've been going through so much shit together, I think I could be honest. So I told him, that my father probably hasn't slept at all and that he was worried as fuck. I didn't know what to say about my mother. No idea how she reacted. Probably acting out the worried mom. Disgusting. She didn't care about me at all and then she acted like she did.

Seeing me in this inner conflict made him think. He never had a mom. Although mine turned out selfish and ignorant, I felt sorry for him. His family was worse than mine, but he loved his brothers and cared for them. How big his heart was.

Okay enough romantic chatter.

"You'd like to go home and see your father?", again his question hit me out of the blue. I really should pay more attention. Shyly I nodded to him, not knowing what to say. I was better in complaining about things I can't change, than in actually doing something. Weird, I know. "Well then I will bring you home tonight", he said, waiting for my reaction. What did he expect? Shall I freak out? Or stay calm? Or hug him? Ugh, another awkward situation, so I just decided to thank him. He gave me a sad smile and asked about a last guitar lesson.

Now I smiled as well and we spent some hours in the living room, learning some other accords. We both were in a good mood.

When we stopped and he told me to get ready the situation suddenly became awkward again. The green huge van was waiting. When we got in, I got a last view at the house. Time to say goodbye. A bit, I was sad, though. It was the first time that I realized even the car smelled like cinnamon. I took a deep breath and nodded into his direction. We didn't speak much, but the situation wasn't as odd as I thought it would be.

The hour until we reached the road was over and we were driving along the parking where he left me. A shiver went down my bag. He realized it with a concerned look and turned on the heating.

A while after that he asked me where I lived. Oh. He wanted to drop me off at my house. Not a strange parking, it would be my house. Quietly I named the address and he nodded, knowing where it was. Men and their orientation. That was something we women would never understand. Well I wouldn't.

Suddenly he pulled out a little bottle out of his jacket. "I know this is not fair and I am so sorry, I hope you understand it, you have to drink this". He handed me the little bottle and I was strangely looking at it. Sobbing I opened it and drank it all with one gulp. Disgusting. Where did he get all this stuff? The guns, the chloroform, the handcuffs... By the last one I blushed a little.

I could feel myself getting sleepier and sleepier. The thing worked. While everything turned blurred and dark I could hear him saying "Sleep well and mark my words". What would he do? I didn't care anymore. I was so sleepy. And the last thing I remembered was the smell of cinnamon in my nose.