Captured (Split Fanfitcion)

Chapter 19

|| It was that time again, huh...

In the gloomy room, it was just the two of you there. You and your uncle. He was showing the same sick smile that he had always done at these times. You knew what was coming, and you knew that you could do nothing against it.

He asked you to take off your clothes.

You did so.

Another ask this time to come closer to him.

This has been done as well.

He welcomed you warmly, calling you into his deadly embrace. Just one more step and you'll get trapped in his hands forever. Not that you had a choice here. You've never had.

You fulfilled what he wanted.

His sweaty fingers were on your body and every single touch of his made goosebumps on your skin. You wanted to vomit every time, but you didn't do that.

You didn't dare to do that.

He was close... very close, behind you, his deep panting blew soft warm shivers to your neck and ears.

You hated this feeling.

You wanted to run, to escape. It didn't matter how. It didn't matter if you had to get by alone. Far, far away from him. It didn't matter if you had to starve, to freeze o or sleep in the rain. You would have done anything just to end this endless nightmare...

Anything... ||

With a huge gasp, you suddenly opened your eyes, panting loudly as you grabbed shakily the blanket around you. You felt suffocated like your lungs would have stopped working. After a heavy swallow, you slowly sat up and started staring blankly in front of you. Rising up your weak arms, you swept off the sweat away from your forehead. This nightmare made you become a sweaty, panting mess and you just the thought of it made your stomach twist. You were sick.. sick of trying to forget these things after every time your mind reminded you about them. Not to mention it made you physically and emotionally tired as well. You have been constantly having sleeping issues about him. In some ways he always appeared just to ruin your sleeping, to make you terrified and disgusted. Why on the earth weren't you able to forget it? Was this that much to ask...? It was just too much.

You suffered enough, it was finally time to stop...

You used your arm to clear your eyes from the gathered tears and tried to calm down. There must have been something that could help you out. You knew that now you had to disturb the thoughts of yours because otherwise, you'll have a really hard time sleeping back. You knew it because this happened many times. You could say that you were already used to it, but that simply would have sounded ridiculous. You just wanted to this constant hell.

So after a deep sigh, you got out of the bed and headed straight towards the bathroom. Paying attention not to make any sounds, you rushed through the dining room. Everything around you was covered with a soft dull layer of the darkness that was constantly calling you into its warm embrace. You've never been scared of being alone in the dark. Actually, for you, it looked reassuring and protecting. You could hide there whenever you felt like the whole world was against you. It never hurt you but gave you a place where you felt safe instead...

..Gosh, your thoughts were babbling about ridiculous things again...

In the bathroom after turning up the lights, you walked slowly to the sink. Looking into the mirror, your fatigued expression looked back at you. You have always been tired, but have never actually deal with it. Why have you? Not that you wanted to amuse someone anyway... With some quick splashes, you cleaned your face then wiped it into your tower which you had left there after taking a shower. You knew this would kill your tiredness for a while, but this method seemed to be helpful according to your experiences.

You decided not to spend too much time in the bathroom nor the dining room since you didn't want to wake up Dr. Fletcher. So after rushing back silently to the guest room, you started thinking that what you should do in order to pass some time. Your thoughts moved towards the phone that you've just got back from Dennis, well Hedwig to be exact, but this didn't matter now. Actually, you wondered if whether it still worked or not.

Hopping back onto the bed, you grabbed the little gadget and tapped its button. It didn't work. Of course, it didn't work, you dummy, it wasn't even turned on. At least you thought so. So after pressing and holding its power button, you carefully paid attention every change it could make. Much to your surprise, with a short vibration it came back to life, and you actually had to nictate because of the sudden dazzling luminescence. After that, you confusedly noticed that the battery was on 68%. Dennis must have turned it off as soon as he took it from you. To be honest this step of him sounded pretty logical to you since this way nobody could call or somehow track down the location through it. You remembered that back then your uncle had bought you some mobile internet, and some of it was still left.

With a shaky sigh, you turned it on and watched if there were any notifications to appear. After a few moments, your phone started juddering as many and many texts and emails hopped into its screen. It was full of spam but you noticed some from a weirdly familiar e-mail address. You could bet it was your uncles. Much to your surprise, some people searched you through Messenger as well. Seeing the flashing names you saw that they were your classmates. You were actually amazed at how much you hadn't missed your phone at all. It has been your best partner since.. eternity, but now the use of it felt weird to you.

For a moment you wanted to open the chat-head after the hellish mess finished, but then you quickly stopped, reminding yourself: in others eyes, you WERE STILL missing. You can't just start using your usual accounts as nothing had happened. Everyone would think that you were just messing with everyone. Until your problems haven't solved, you had to keep hiding.

After clearing this "little" thing, you decided to check the texts instead. Nobody could find out if you read them anyway. After its main menu hopped out you saw that only one person sent you texts: uncle John. The thought of him made you sick, but you were curious about what could he send to you. With a shaky move, you opened the conversation with him. You gasped at the number of texts that appeared. You started reading them.

6th October 19:33

Hey hun, where are you? You did take the bus that set off at 18:00 right..?

6th October 20:07

Dear, this is not funny... where are you?

6th October 21:44

I'm not joking, you know what happens when you piss me off! Come home, now!

6th October 23:02

So you want to play this kind of game?! Alright then

7th October 9:16

Hey girl

7th October 17:55

Just give me any sign...

8th October 10:07

anything...

This is where the messages finished. Your face turned to disgust as you could hear his voice in your head for real. Especially at the nicknames that he had given to you. You hated every single one of them.

Your respect towards that man could be seen in his name that you had chosen to be in your contacts "Mr.Asshole". Respect, care, love... He didn't deserve any of it. And you fulfilled these thoughts of yours well... Gosh, you shouldn't have seen these messages. You actually felt terrified. That what could happen if your uncle finds you... you didn't want to think of this possibility...

You put the phone back to the night table onto its original place and lied down with a deeply tired sigh. You were still not that tired that you should be but didn't want to continue reading those texts either. If not somehow else, you simply forced yourself to sleep. You just really wished this anxiety would finally leave you... somehow...

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The bright ray of the sunshine that broke into your room made you wake up. You weakly rubbed your tired eyes while turning to the other direction. Your head hurt because of the lack of sleep you had, but.. not that you couldn't really do much with it. It was what it was after all... Grabbing your phone, you checked the time, not bothering yourself with the pile of unread messages that were still covering your screen. It was 8:21... you didn't really sleep until as late as you wished either. Because.. to be honest, you didn't do how to pass this lot of free time. You were alone here with Dr. Fletcher, who possibly had appointments for this day already, and you promised her not to bother her sessions anyway. Well, this was your later self's problems.

You got up from the bed and quickly changed your clothes back to normal. You didn't really want to spend your day in the woman's clothes, it felt just weird to you. Like you would live here permanently. And of course, that was not true.

Stepping out of the guest room, you found granny reading a book on the sofa while drinking some hot tea. Hearing the noise, she quickly lifted up her head to welcome you with a warm smile.

"Good morning! How was your sleep?" Her voice caressed you like the warm wind. It actually lifted up your spirit as well.

"Good morning! Thank you, it was fine." you lied to her with a fatigued smile. You didn't want to make her already worried at the first day.

"You look tired..." She said, looking back to the book.

"It was just.." You started with a swallow "that I woke up at around 3 am and it was pretty hard to sleep back. But I did it"

The old woman lifted his eyes towards you once again. She was thinking about something, you felt that. "In this case, would you like some coffee? I've made some, hoping that you'll like that."

"Oh" you answered with some confused blink "S-Sure, thank you."

Her expression softened as she took a bookmark to the row where she stopped, put down her book and started going into the kitchen. You decided to go with her "I didn't know how you like it, but here's everything you might need." She pointed towards the dining table, where the sweeteners were taking place.

"Thank you" you repeated it, hoping that it didn't sound too emotionless because you were truly grateful for her. Taking some of the sweeteners, you used them to your coffee just to give it some nice flavor. Dr. Fletcher didn't move away her eyes from you, you didn't look at her, but felt her eyes scanning your body. She was examining you at the very moment. You felt nerves started pooling in your stomach but chose not to say anything instead.

"So.." she started in a gentle voice. You automatically looked at her from the coffee of yours.

"Since yesterday, I've been thinking about some possible questions that I could ask you about. If you don't mind of course."

"I'm okay with it." You gave him a reassuring smile, though deep inside, you still had doubts.

"Alright, then.." she cleared her throat "You got captured by Dennis about a week ago, am I right?"

"Yes." You nodded

"Then in some ways, you could escape from him."

"Yes."

"Then please tell me, dear... Why did you stay with him? He recommended my apartment as well right?"

You hesitated. Not because you wanted to hide the truth or something, it was more like that you didn't really know the reason either. "I-I don't know. I didn't have a place to go, and I thought..." Geez, this sounded so naively... "I felt like I couldn't really lose anything with it."

She frowned to your response "But you DO know that he could have taken you to some bandits as well?" her tone sounded way more serious this time.

You couldn't give her a proper answer this time. To be honest, no, you had never thought about this. Now that she's saying, you could have easily got trapped again because of your stupidity. "I don't know.. I just.. trusted him." you said shakily.

"Honey, what did he do to make you trust him? I mean.. I know that Kevin is definitely not a bad guy, but some of his personalities.. especially Dennis has some issues. You can never forget that he kidnapped you after all."

You shut your mouth again. After these questions, you felt really careless and childish. You made so many mistakes, that it's a marvel that you are alive. Huh.. great joke.

Since you weren't willing to give her any answers, she decided to change the subject. "Is it possible.." she started slowly, thinking hard about every word she was going to say "that maybe you have some kind of disorder or syndrome that you don't know about? Have you ever been to a therapist?"

You opened your mouth but couldn't answer at first. "I-I mean, I've never been to... But what do you mean by that?"

She sighed slowly to your response then set her glasses. "There is a syndrome... that's called Stockholm syndrome. Basically, you start to develop feelings for someone who took away your freedom."

Her words hit you like a train, you were looking at her shocked with opened mouth. The woman didn't move, her serious eyes kept looking straight into yours. She was definitely not joking. "N-No I-I'm pretty sure I don't have this!" You snapped at her in a shaky voice. Your self-defense system turned on immediately. "That's" you chuckled in desperation "That's just nonsense! I don't have Stockholm syndrome! I-I'm sorry, but I have to go now! Please don't bother me!" you stuttered while standing up, then quickly rushed into your room, leaving the undrunk coffee on the table.

In the room, now in complete silence, you collapsed onto the bed, curling up into a ball you embraced your knees shakily. Your anxiety hit you as soon as she started examining you deeply with her questions. You didn't know why you had done those things.. you really didn't know. And now it felt so bad, knowing that every choice of yours was a huge mistake. You knew that you were a fool during all the time, you knew that.

You just wanted to disappear once again.

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You heard a pair of a knock on the wood door of your guest room. How long have you been there? You must have felt asleep.. You checked the time on your phone, it showed 18:02. Geez.. You could bet that Dr. Fletcher has already wondered why did you disappear so quickly. Now you should get your ass out of this hole just to make her reassured.

As soon as you opened the door, though, you startled at the sudden sight of your friend. It was him, Dennis, standing there with his hands in pockets. He was looking at you, silently. The worry could be seen in his eyes. Your stomach twisted at his expression.

"Hey... How is that you're here?" You asked in a quiet voice.

He didn't give you first, but take his hands out and crossed them at his chest. "Is everything alright? I heard from Dr. Fletcher that you locked yourself in this room for a while."

You felt your nerves gathering up more in your guts. The way he was looking at you... it just made you so guilty. "Yeah... of course, why wouldn't be?" you forced up a smile just to make him reassured. Although it caused the opposite reaction to him.

"Can I come in?"

You hesitated for a minute but decided to let him "Yeah, sure" You widened the gap by opening the door a bit more, then stepped aside so he could come into the room.

"I heard" he started while looking around the dull atmosphere place "that you acted weird right after the conversation with Dr.Fletcher. Did she make you upset?"

You didn't answer just started staring at the dark floor. Just why did you feel so guilty? Not that it would have been your fault, right?

Seeing your reaction, the man sighed but gave you a reassuring smile right after it. "It's alright. Sometimes she has some inappropriate questions. It's not her purpose, though, to insult or hurt you or anything. I hope you understand."

"I know.. it's just..." you started but quietened your voice until it went completely silent.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dennis asked hesitatingly.

You shook your head as a refuse. "No.. I mean.. not now. I need time for this." your voice sounded dying and a bit desperate. You felt so vulnerable and ridiculous at the same time. What happened to that side of you who could easily force back her emotions in order not to make anyone wanting to ask questions?

"It's alright. I can wait." He smiled at you softly that made a pleasant warm feeling pooling up in your stomach. "You look tired, though. Couldn't you sleep here?"

His worry gave you a funny feeling that you could really explain. But it felt nice, knowing, that he genuinely cared about your well-being. "Yeah... I-It made me a hard time... to be alone here."

Your partner didn't answer immediately but started thinking about something. You looked at him with growing curiosity. It was pretty sure he wanted to say something but wasn't sure if he should tell you that, or not. Finally while scratching nervously his neck, he made up his idea "If you need someone to make you reassured or.. something, we could chat in an app. I mean.. I can't guarantee if I'll be the one on the other side, but.." his nervousness made you smile. He looked actually pretty cute finding his words.

"I would love that actually," you answered, now giggling softly. "But not in Messenger, please. The.. others know me from that application, and if they get to know that I'm alright, they'll make a fuss about it. And I would like to wait with this."

"I can live with that." he answered, now also smiling at you gently.

The same warm feeling appeared again in your stomach. You felt for the first time in your life, that maybe.. maybe he could help you to get over your past.

.

And this made you really happy.