stockholm syndrome // h.s

three.

Jackies Point of View

I waited impatiently for Harry to come around to my door and untie me.

Eventually, the door to my right side opened, revealing a smirking Harry, the night sky and plenty of woods.

Plenty of woods equals plenty of places to pee in private.

Harry reached for my arm and gently helped me out of the car.

"You're not going to untie me?" I questioned him.

"Nope. Can't having you trying to pull anything now can we?" He replied, chuckling.

"Well then how am I supposed to...wipe myself an like...pull my pants down?" I questioned him nervously.

"You didn't think I would let you go alone did you?" Harry responded smirking.

"I think I'll just wait till we get to the gas station actually." I reasoned.

"I'll still have to stay with you, make sure you won't leave me." Harry retorted.

"Don't you think it'd look suspicious if I walk into a gas station with my arms tied behind my back?" I shot back at him.

"I'll untie you when we get there, but I'm still staying with you whether you like it or not." Harry replied to me harshly.

"Fine" I shot back at him as I scrambled back into the van.

Harry walked back around to the drivers seat, got back in the van, and started the engine.

He shot a quick glance back at me as he veered back into the main road.

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We arrived at the gas station about 15 minutes later. I think it's safe to say that I've never had to use the bathroom so bad in my entire existence.

Once again Harry walked to the right side of the van and opened my door.

"Turn around" Harry demanded politely.

I raised an eyebrow at his words but did as I was told.

He immediately reached at my hands and untied them with ease.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the rope loosened off.

I started rubbing my wrist where the ropes previously were. There were now clearly noticeable dark purple, brown, and blue bruises painted on my pale skin from constant my struggling.

Harry glanced at my bruised wrist, sympathy engulfed his face.

"D-Did the ropes do that to?" Harry questioned me worryingly, pointing at my bruises.

I nodded at him with a pouty face.

"I'm sorry" Harry apologized.

"It's ok" I muttered softly, stepping out of the van.

Harry reached for my hand as I stepped onto the pavement, I hesitated before placing my palm in his, interlocking our fingers.

"Do I really have to hold your hand?" I questioned him.

"I don't want you to run away from me. So, yes." Harry insisted.

We started walking up to the entrance door of the 7/11, hand in hand.

"After you" Harry spoke as he opened the door, letting me step in first as he followed closely behind me.

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