Stockholm Syndrome *One Direction Fanfic*

Chapter 4

"Abigail wait for m-me!" I ran through the grass trying to catch up with my sister. Finally, I just stopped and crossed arms in defiance.

My sister giggled and looked back at me. She had her hair in a braid and was wearing a silver sundress that she wore all the time when she was little. She knelt down in the grass and picked four little dandelions and brought them over to me.

She put three in my hair and stuck one in my hand. All the while I pretended to still be mad at her for going ahead without me.

"A flower for a flower," she said to me. I smiled and took the flower in my hand and strung it up in her braid. We both laughed. Abigail grabbed my hand and we ran to the top of a hill. All around us were fields of grass and beyond that the mountains gazed down upon us. The sun was out and the air was warm and breezy. A little river wove around a bend and through the valley cutting it in half.

We sat on that hill for hours talking about anything and everything. We talked about friends, flowers, hair, our parents, dresses, story books, shoes. Most importantly we would dream about our futures. Where we would live, who we would marry, what we would be when we grow up.

We would sit there morning to night just talking to each other. One day she turned to me and said matter-of-factly "Annabeth, no matter what happens, you will always be my sister. And we're always going to be best friends, and you'll always be there for me, won't you?"

I smiled. "Always."

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I opened my eyes and expected to see Abigail, but instead was met by darkness. I was lying on something soft, a bed maybe? I blinked a couple of times to be sure my eyes were actually opened. Oblivion washed over me and for a minute I felt like a little kid that fell under their bed during a lightning storm. Then events from last night flooded my brain and my body shuddered involuntarily. I remembered my walk to the public square, the shadow in the park, the man in my kitchen.

What was going to happen to me? Was I going to die? Was I already dead? I couldn't escape theses horrible thoughts.

Annabeth, calm down. Think. There has to be away out of this. I remembered back to last night. The man said something about me creating a problem for him and how I needed to be taken care of. No wait, how I created a problem for 'them'. I already knew there were two guys, maybe even more. I remembered how quickly he appeared in front of me, and how strong the guy was that held me still. So whatever they are they're not only fast but strong.

My heart sank. I wasn't ever really one for sports and I practically had no muscle.

I thought back to my parents. Have they discovered my absence? First Abigail, now me. They have no one. At that moment I knew I would have to break out of here no matter what the cost. I had to be strong, I had to be fast, and I had to believe I could make it out.

I became aware of distant footsteps. Soon they weren't so distant and I began to be fearful again. No, I told myself, stop. I took a deep breath and waited for the owner of those footsteps to appear any minute now. The footsteps fell short just outside my room.

I could hear a door swinging open and someone drawing nearer to me. Light flooded the room I was in. In the doorway was a young man with brown curly hair. He walked across the room and stopped next to my bed. He opened a curtain allowing natural light pour in. Then his eyes landed on me. He opened his mouth then closed it like he wasn't sure what to say. Then he said something super intelligent like, "Ummm, hi."