Stockholm Syndrome

•Chapter 1•

May's P.O.V (Monday)

Dark took over and here he is again, walking in with a sandwich in his hand. He places it in front of me and sits on the chair on the other side of the room.

I've been here now for three days and no one came to rescue me, but I know someone is coming.

I've been completely silent for two days, only sobs escape my mouth every few hours. In the first day I tried to ask him where we are, to know who is he, and what does he want from me, but he didn't answer any of my questions.

During the other two days roles switched, he tried to make me talk but I didn't, I gave up on talking knowing that it isn't gonna get me anywhere. He tried asking me questions about my family, my friends and my life but I'm not that dumb kid that answers every question a kidnapper wants so I might end up in killing my whole family. So I stayed silent.

Every passing minute hopelessness digs deeper into my heart, there is a clock placed on the wall facing me, and I'm sure it's there to torture me. I've been watching this clock since day one, I can tell the time now without even looking, my head turned into a timer only turned off when I'm out of this place.

I look around, the guy with the curly brown hair and green eyes is still there talking with someone on the phone.

"How many days do we have to stay here?" He says through the phone.

"No! I'm not staying here for another week with her" He looks at me and I look away quickly, he walks out of the room slamming the door forcefully behind him. I can hear him talking again with the person on the phone, but his voice is too far to recognize the words.

The room I'm staying in shows that we're in some fancy old fashioned house. We're surrounded by the most beautiful garden someone can ever see. Who would give up this house to a kidnapper? And if this house belongs to that guy, apparently he doesn't need any money to keep me hostage! What does he want from me then...

The guy silences my brain when he walks back in and closes the door behind him after exactly four minutes, yes I'm counting.

"Aren't you going to eat, beautiful?" He smirks.

"No, I'm not hungry" I say although I'm starving.

"You should eat though, I could be in trouble if someone finds you here dead from hunger, not that anyone will ever find you but still." He brushes his hand over my face and I flinch.

"Don't You Ever Touch me again" I spit. "And sorry to ruin your plan, but someone is gonna find me, I know they're coming to get me soon. My parents won't leave me here alone, they will find me." tears escape from my eyes.

"Why will they? You're safe with me, they know it" He smirks.

"No! I wanna go back home. Please" I'm seriously begging him. If being the tough confident strong girl didn't work then I have no choice but to beg.

"Listen to me May! You are not going back. I can't simply send you back when I can lose my life if I did" he says calmly. Lose his life? Then he's not my kidnapper, he's just under some guy's thumb.

"But why! Why are you keeping me here? What do you want from me" I cry.

"I don't know yet babe, and it's not of your business" he walks away to sit on the chair.

I stay silent, being silent is better than talking now. I can't stop the images of the last night I spent home before they brought me here from flashing through my head. Few tears escape my eyes with every memory that I think I probably lost forever.

"Why are you crying? I'm doing everything I can to keep you comfortable you know.." He smiles.

"Stop playing this game. You know that you took me away from home while I was enjoying the best day of my life" I walk and sit on the bed.

"I know it was the best day, I was watching. I was actually invited" he murmurs.

"What!" I yell "Who invited you to my 18th birthday party"

"Don't raise your voice, I can end your life whenever I feel like it and no one would know" He threatens and walks towards the bed.

I move away from him and he looks pissed off, so he leaves the room and closes the door making sure it was locked, leaving thoughts swirling through my mind.

Who the hell invited him to my birthday party? I was the one inviting people and no one could come in that night without his invitation card and his name on the list! I'm sure he's a liar. He obviously knows that it was my party since he kidnapped me from our backyard that night. The party was over, all of my friends were gone no one was there except my boyfriend John. He went inside to get us a drink, when this guy came and took me away placing his hand over my mouth. Every scream was buried in his palm, I couldn't even hear my voice. A car was waiting us outside he put me in the back seat and the guy with blonde hair drove away.

I tried to fight the urge to eat but failed miserably. I'm so hungry, and if I need to get out of here I should have enough power to walk.Thirty minutes later I finish the whole sandwich and find myself wishing he bought me two instead of one.

I knock at the door for that guy to come and take me to the toilet! He opens the door quickly and walks inside.

"Are you okay?" He questions with neutral voice.

"I need to go to the toilet" I say.

"Come on then, I'm taking you to the other room. You'll have a bathroom there and a wardrobe with some clothes so you can change" He pulls me with my hand.

I try to take my hand out of his but he doesn't allow me to, as if it is possible for me to run away with him within a short distance.

The hallway is covered with bright brown wallpaper, with some kind of artistic prints on it. Two paintings hang on the two opposite sides. I walk in silence trying to figure out what's in this place, if anyone was kidnapped too I should've heard a voice during these three days so most probably I'm alone with this freak.

Few seconds later his phone rings.

"Hey styles" is all I can hear from the other end of the line. He stops in place and with few "Yes"s and a "hell no" the call is over. 

"I think we'll have company" he smiles.

I look at him confused. Is it another hostage or any of my parents!!

"You know him don't worry" He answers my thoughts.

"John?" I ask without thinking.

"John? Your boyfriend? Haha.. no honey" he opens the door leading to the room and I walk in.

"How do you know that he's my boyfriend" I ask in confusion but he leaves as if I'm silent ghost.