Stockholm Syndrome l.h

5

As I sit in the bathroom on the toilet, I can't help but ponder the actions that happened just moments ago.

I felt sick to my stomach. Like I could puke at any given moment. My phone had been stolen from me at some point, so I could not call or text for help.

"Assholes." I muttered to myself.

What is going on with the world? One moment I'm at a party with a few close friends listening to music and chatting up a storm. Then the next moment, I'm being kidnapped and sexually abused by Ashton Irwin.

This is just way too tragic. Even for Shakespeare.

At first I was like "Oh, it's 5 Seconds of Summer. This should be fun."

And now I'm like "They're complete monsters. I hate them."

My mood sure did change quickly.

"Babe?" I was interrupted by soft knocks at the door.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Please don't be Ashton. I'm in no mood.

Pulling a bit of toilet paper off of it's roll, I dab away fresh tears that left my eyes.

I stood up and inched my way to the door. My hand rested on the handle as I hesitated to open it, but slowly did it anyway.

My eyes look up and meet another tall boy. Eyes as dark as the night. His hair matching. Well, at least it's not Ashton.

"Yeah?" I croaked.

"What are you doing in there?" Calum asked.

Crying over how much I thought I loved you guys and how much you meant to me. And now all of that has been ripped away like it was nothing.

"Nothing." I lied, "Sorry." I brushed past him and turned to leave.

His hand caught ahold of my wrist and spun me back aroud to face him.

"Where do you think you're going, babe?" His words were taunting.

His grip on my wrist seemed to be getting tighter.

"I, I thought you needed the bathroom."

He rolled his eyes and pulled me back into the bathroom with him.

My back pressed against the door and his hands gripping my waist tightly. His face buried in my neck and his lips found my sweet spot.

Tears threatened to spill again but I blinked them back. "Calum..." I breathed out almost like a moan. "Please.." I begged.

"Babe." He planted another kiss. "Who did this?" He pointed to a spot on my neck.

It took me a moment to realize that Ashton had marked me. "Oh... Ashton." I simply replied.

He rolled his eyes again. Damn, what's with all the eyes rolling around. They're going to fall out if people keep doing that.

"Whatever." He mumbled and moved his lips to the other side of my neck.

He quickly found an equally sensitive spot and sucked harshly.

"Calum.. Don't." I tried to push away, but his grip was too strong.

His fingers were digging into my skin like daggers. I hissed at the pain, but he didn't seem to notice.

"I just want to make you feel good." He whispered. His hot breath fanned over my skin.

His words tingled as he moved his hands to the waist of his shorts and pulled them down with his boxers. Leaving his bottom half naked. I forced myself not to look at his hard on. Oh. I looked.