About fifteen minutes before two the next morning, I was wrestled out of sleep by my phone buzzing. It was irregular for me to receive phone calls, so I decided to check it out instead of waiting until morning.
When Travis' name popped up on my caller ID, I had to do a double take. Hastily, I smeared the sleep out of my eyes and glanced over at Luke who was asleep on the rocking chair next to me. Any question that he was asleep was erased from my mind when a deep grunt came from his mouth and his head tipped to the side, his lip catching on the cushion of the chair.
I rolled off of the couch and, despite my better judgement, swiped to answer the phone call.
"Hello?" I grumbled, quickly growing as aware as possible in such a short amount of time.
"Madeline, right?" Travis' voice rang out, cold and confident on the other end of the phone. In the deepest, scariest part of my heart, hearing his voice made me miss him. Or at least who he had been.
To avoid waking Luke, who I very rarely saw sleeping so peacefully, I stepped outside into the hallway of our hotel room.
"Yeah, what do you want, asshole?" I snapped. He clearly knew it was me and I didn't need him playing with my emotions anymore than he already had. I paced down the hallway, trying to keep from waking the neighboring rooms.
"I want to talk to you. I want to see you. I want you."
Too late, I realized his voice was coming not only from the phone but sounded too close.
A hand grabbed my arm, spun me around, and I was face to face with eyes that had haunted my mind for days. His other hand went over my mouth before I had time to scream.
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Stepbrother (Sequel to Stockholm Syndrome)
General Fiction"I just want you to know how terrifying it is to have no control. Like, physically, no control over what happens to you. Nothing. Being at the mercy of someone else's hand." The look he gave me was glazed over with pain. "The thing is, you aren't th...
