Unravelled Plaits

Aching - Max

Seeing her cry made me want to sock Gavin right there on the spot. What did he do to her? He promised. He swore down he wouldn't go so far. And I sure as hell can see that was a lie. He shot me a sick smile and motioned out, so I took the girl's hand and walked her out of the room. Out of that room, to mine. I told her about how I refused to use the luxuries they gave me, so it was okay for her to sit, to use those. She deserved them. She had a lot to deal with, bottled up emotions, confusion, not to mention her sheer beauty. God, she really was breathtaking.
When she started crying, I wanted to rip the world apart just so I could make her happy. I wanted to destroy the Kicks, those sick bastards, I wanted to make her smile. But I don't have the power to do that. So I just ran my fingers through her chestnut, silky hair and tried to comfort her, before laying the poor girl to rest.
Sleeping beauty.
And I know it was creepy of me, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The way her chest rose and fell to the rhythm of her breathing, the still, calm, clear face of her in dream, her red lips slightly parted, and the way her hair fell about her body. She was still wearing her jeans and cami top, her shoes stripped off upon her arrival last night.
Taking out a notebook and pencil, I sketched the princess before me, each intricate detail forming on the paper. Even though I copied everything to the exact, I couldn't portray her, her... her flawlessness...

"Please don't hurt me."
I jerked my head up and saw her sitting up on the bed, that scared look in her eyes again.
"I couldn't - I would never. I promise."
"They said... he said I belong to you, and I have to do whatever you want me to do..." Her voice sounded thick, like she was going to cry. Hardly surprising, but still, she was genuinely scared. I softened my expression.
"Then I want you to ignore that. You're a girl, not my anything. I know how you're feeling, and I'm so sorry for what they did. I promise you, I will get you out of here if it kills me. You don't deserve this."
"Where is this?" She questioned, looking around.
"We... I don't know. I'm not one of them. I was taken as well. I don't know why they took me, its... never mind. We can talk about it later. Right now, you need to recover. Wh.. what's your name?" I stuttered on the question, suddenly realising that this is the ask-a-girl-out experience that I never got. Well, nearly.
"My name? Name... oh, my name! Um, I'm, sorry, I'm, uh..." She was clearly agitated, flustered.
"Take it easy. Deep breaths, okay? Sorry."
"No, no, I'm sorry. Kristina. It's, my name, my name's Kristina.."
Surprise, surprise, a cute name for a cute face.
"Hey, Kristina. Can I call you Krissy? I'm Max. Or at least, that's what I was told to believe since I was eleven."
"They changed your name?" She looked genuinely shocked. Her eyebrows knitted together and her mouth made an 'o' shape. (It was kinda adorable.)
"Oh, yeah. If I remember rightly, my real name's Daniel. They can take away my name but not my memory! Yeah..." I felt so stupid - how did I think I could just casually talk about that?! I guess I was just a love-struck, crazy, kidnapped 17 year old.

She asked about my notebooks, so I showed her some of the things I've written in the past. I still had every notebook from when I was captured... there was no theme to each one, they were just random compilations of my poor attempt at poetry, songwriting, stories, and just thoughts about the outside world. She was particularly intrigued by those. She told me the answers to some of the questions I'd written, and I asked her some that were still on my mind. I felt foolish for not knowing those things, but she understood. She knew I hadn't been around, and she filled me in on stuff.
We got along quite well. Her fear of me seemed to subside, but she was still very shy. She had every reason to be.
Krissy.
I watched her slide back into the bed and drift back to sleep.
Beautiful Krissy.
I never knew her surname.