How to take a hostage (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 23

The car stopped and I realized we were at a little hut, it wasn't worth calling it a house. Wooden and very nice. "How many fucking houses does your family have?", I wondered. Laughing a little he just got out and opened the door for me, like a real gentleman.

Inside it was very sweet, little but very comfy. A couch, a TV of course some book shelves and a big wardrobe. Next to this mix of a living room and a bed room I saw a tiny kitchen and a toilet.

He jumped over the couch and laid down, asking "you wanna stay there for longer or come over?" Smiling I went over to the couch a bit shy, not knowing how to sit down. Would we cuddle or was he just nice? Unsure I bit my lip when he just grabbed my waist and make me fall onto him. "Got you", he whispered into my hair, not removing his strong arms. I blew the hair out of his face and tickled his stomach a little, so he had to release me. Laughing I wanted to get up when he just grabbed me again, swirling me around. Laughing about his good mood I took a pillow from the couch and hit him, seeking revenge.

After a pillow fight, he definitely won, we sank down at the couch and I snugged myself into his arms. The TV was just in the background, he paid more attention to playing with my hair and I enjoyed it. Cheesy wasn't it? Well actually it was weird, but everything I did with him was weird, but as long as it felt good, that wasn't a problem.

Suddenly he stopped playing with my hair and I could feel his mood had changed. He was serious now, thinking about important stuff. So I turned round, waiting for him to say something. "You know the thing about my father... I would leave him and his addiction, he is just a beater and I could care for my brothers myself. They are not that small anymore and I could get a normal job." And now there would be a but. There was always a but. "But it's, you know, I have to explain something. I trust you and that's why I will tell you everything now. I hope you will understand my reactions then." Oh okay, a background story about his family, I thought I already knew everything about that topic, but it seemed as he didn't tell me everything. Before he could start, I interrupted him by saying "you can tell me everything, I won't tell anyone. Promise." At least I saw a smile at his lips before he took a deep breath and started to talk. In the middle of the first sentence he suddenly stopped. What was it? I could hear a car outside. "The police", I whispered frightened. "Or worse", he added pushing me into the wardrobe, telling me I should stay silent, whatever would happen. I could hear steps at the door and he immediately jumped back to the couch, pretending he had been watching TV the whole time.