How to take a hostage (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 22

As soon as I heard he left I opened my eyes. I did miss him already. But that with his father, that was a shock. I mean the father of the person I fell in love with almost raped me. And if that wasn't enough the person I fell in love with was a bank robber. Life was complicated.
But at least I didn't throw up again when I thought about his dad. What John might talk with his dad? I was very curious. He wouldn't say something like "You almost raped my girl", would he? And what makes you think he'd call you his girl?  Aaargh if there was a way to get rid of that voice inside my head, I'd do anything.
Overthinking stuff wouldn't help, I took a shower and listened to music as loud as I could. I never listened to music silently, it had to be loud. In a few years I'd probably be deaf, but that was better than listening to my own thoughts.

School was boring as usually, I used to be a good student, but it has always been boring. My friends were a bit strange, they didn't know how to deal with my being-a-hostage-thing and I wasn't interested in explaining them everything. Maybe I would tell my best friend, but she has been busy and I knew she tried her best, but sometimes it was quite sad. So I didn't say anything, just stayed silent and dreamt about John and his brown chocolate eyes. Daydreaming has always been my thing, I did even daydream when John kidnapped me. How much time has passed since that. Well actually it wasn't too much, but it felt as I have seen new worlds and new things. I was pulled out of my daily life. Maybe I should be thankful for that.

I was thinking if I should take the bus to John again, but then I'd have to meet his father again and what if John wasn't home? No that wasn't something I was keen to. When I reached our house there was a huge green van parking in front of it. A warm feeling inside of my stomach replaced all the thoughts I had during the day.
Pretending to be cool I wanted to walk the rest of the way when I struggled and almost fell. Oh god, why did I have to be that clumsy?
Embarrassing. I could feel myself blushing and knew I looked like a tomato. When I reached the van I saw John sitting in it, grinning, probably because he saw me in my clumsy life.
Tapping at the co-drivers seat he smiled, I understood it wasn't a demand, it was a question. As if I would ever not take the chance to see him. I got in and smiled pretty foolish because I was with him and I could smell the cinnamon. Oh god I was the most embarrassing girl ever.

Smiling he asked me about my day and stuff, doing some small talk.
Then he told me that yesterday after I fell asleep he just took me home and nothing else happened. Yep that wasn't new to me, my acting talent seemed to work. The atmosphere got more serious when I asked him the final question which just had to be asked. "What about your dad?", I studied his facial expressions closely, trying to know what he was thinking. "Yeah that's why I picked you up, to talk,  yesterday wasn't the right place to talk about that.", he looked over to me, checking how I felt. Ugh that sounded serious, I swallowed. I asked him if he talked with his dad and he told me that he was trying to have a serious talk with him but that this wasn't very easy, especially when the person was drunk all the time.