How to take a hostage (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Woho. What was that. I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was the face of my father. Shocked I looked into it. He aged since I've been gone. He has aged a lot. Before I could say anything he asked me if I was okay, if I needed a doctor, if I wanted to eat something, if I need anything, if the kidnapper harmed me and so much more. "Okay dad, I know you wanna talk about all that, but can I first have a shower and then we eat and talk about everything?", I asked him carefully. Wondering about my ability to be normal he nodded. Okay great, showering would give me time to think.

When I got up I realized it wasn't the room I usually wake up in. Oh. This was my room! I was back. Strange how much I got used to his house and the room I slept in.

I went into the shower and the warm water was relaxing me as it has always done. Okay fine, what can I tell my dad and so probably the police. Everything I knew? About his family and why he did became the person he was? No, that's not their business. That would be respectless. I shouldn't in general talk much about him. Pretending I didn't know him and he hadn't told me so much about him. Or showed me. That thought made me blush. Fuck. Normally I should tell the police, so they could catch him. Why did he have to tell me so much, now it was my decision what I told and what not. I wasn't able to handle all that.

When I thought about his face, I suddenly remembered something. Before a scream could escape my mouth, I pressed my hands against it. That was close. I saw John sitting in an electric chair, his pleading eyes looking at me. What the fuck?! I haven't dreamed since I've been a child and now that?! Seriously, what was wrong with my mind! Probably it wanted to tell me, that I shouldn't say too much about John. Would probably become difficult, because everyone might ask me. Well I could tell them he ignored me the whole time and I got enough food and everything. We didn't talk at all. That was a good idea, that was what I would tell people.

When I opened the door of the shower and dressed myself, I accidentally looked in the mirror. Shit. I forgot my back. What if someone saw it? How shall I explain? I couldn't say the truth, how weird would that be, no one would believe me. I'd be in an asylum faster than I could count to three. But if I didn't say anything they totally would think John hurt me. And that was bad when he got caught, they'd be a bit angry. What was I doing? I didn't want the police to arrest a guilty robber who kidnapped me. And who almost slept with you, the voice in my head interfered once again. I couldn't say I've missed it.

About my back I would just take care that no one saw it. In two weeks it would be gone and then it was over.But what was in two weeks? Never ever I would see John again. Never. Ever. He was gone. My life had to go on without him. As if nothing happened.Could I stand that? I didn't know. Well that was what it counted to find out. Ready to answer any question, I left the bathroom.