Stockholm Syndrome l.h

6

Calum continuously dragged me around this place. I'm assuming it's a house. Which, it probably is.

"This way." Calum said and yanked me around a corner. The hem of the tshirt flew up a bit as I struggled to keep it down.

His grip on my wrist released when he pushed me into what appeared to be the kitchen.

I went to turn back but Calum was standing in the doorway. He smiled down at me. "It's alright. Say hello." He motioned for me to turn around.

I clamped my lips closed as I turned on my heels to face the two boys sat at the kitchen table. Michael and Ashton.

If I was with a friend I'd call them Mashton. But those days are long gone.

"Hello, babe." Ashton chirped.

I nodded my head. Bastard I thought to myself.

Michael chimed in. "Can't she speak?"

I shook my head.

Calum sighed from behind me and fake laughed. "She's just being shy." He placed his lips to my ear. "Say something, bitch."

How is this Calum? The sweet-caring-fun-loving-funny-guy. I guess people were right when they said you can't judge a book by its cover.

I trembled under his voice.

"Hi." I managed to croak.

"What the fuck is wrong with her?" Michael spat.

I frowned. "Nothing's wrong with me. It's you that has something wrong with them!" I snapped.

Ashton's face seemed to brighten and he almost let out a laugh. He looked at Michael who had fumes coming out of his ears.

"Bitch." Michael mumbled.

I suddenly had a strange burst of confidence. I stormed over to Micheal and stood infront of him.

"Got something to say? Say it to my face! There's something mentally wrong with you guys and you sit here and say there's something wrong with me? Oh, enlighten me."

Michael stood to his full height, towering over me. My confidence level went down to the dirt. I tried not to show it.

He clenched his fists.

"Go ahead, punch me. See if I care."

He pulled his fist back and everything seemed to go in slow motion.

"Michael." Ashton warned.

"Michael!" Calum shouted.

I crossed my arms in front of my face and waited for the blow.

When nothing happened I peeked out and seen Michael sitting back down in his seat.

I let my arms fall to the side.

"What? Too scared to hit me?" My confidence grew a few inches.

He ignored me.

I waved a hand in front of his face.

"KNOCK IT OFF!" He practically shook the walls with his voice and caused me to jump back a few feet.

"Michael's having a rough day." Calum crossed his arms at the doorway.

Okay now I'm really pushing my limits. "No, he's just being a pussy."

Michael cocked his head to the side. "You just wait for your pussy to be ripped open later." He mumbled.

My eyes grew wide in panic. Not again.

"Oi Michaels's just being a cock." Ashton spoke.

"Oh really?" Michael stood up. "Let's see about that." He took a few strides in my direction and tossed me over his shoulder.