Captured (Split Fanfitcion)

Chapter 20

In order to fulfill your ask, the two of you decided to use Line for talking. You chose a random account name on purpose just to be sure none of your previous classmates or acquaintances will ever find you. Not that you needed them anyway.

Your only upcoming chat-friend, Dennis was following the process with his eyes in silence next to you, while making his own profile as well. He was just as new to this program as you, and according to him, the man was not keen on these social websites since he had a hard time making friends online. Sooner or later people found out his disease, and until now none of them were at least half of that understanding than you. Because, you know, people are afraid of things they don't know. And this is especially true of those on the internet. Having DID doesn't mean that Kevin and all his personalities were bad... whelp.. It's true that they kidnapped you once, but still, you knew that they were all nice in general. At least this is what you wanted to hope.

Finally, you managed to finish both of the profiles, and after connecting them, you started searching for the options for more information. Your eyes stopped at the sight of a little camera- and mobile-shaped icon. Your stomach twisted for some silly thoughts that came across your mind. With a bit of hesitation, you decided to click on it, just to see what it does. Both of you flinched at the sudden sound of phone ringing that came from Dennis mobile. A light screen appeared on his device with your profile showed in its middle. "We can call each other on this?!" You gasped then felt your face heathen up a bit for the sudden silly ideas.

"I-I think so.." he agreed quietly. You could hear some hidden excitement in his voice. In some ways, it did make you excited as well. You actually haven't really thought of asking his number, it would have probably sounded too cliché. And maybe.. it would have seemed like some hooking-up texts that you can always hear in movies.... not that you dared to ask something like this anyway.

"You can always tell me if I ever bother you with my messages." you said in a sheepish voice.

"Hey, it's alright. I'll be there, on the other side, maybe not me, but I'm sure any of us would like to get to know you. Just ask about who's in line when you write us, so you'll know who are you talking with."

"I will, thanks for the advice." You smiled at him and did the same in exchange. Some funny feeling started gathering up in your stomach, causing you a bit of nervousness. "I-I don't know if I will ever call you or not.."

"It depends on you." He might felt the sudden anxiety in your voice, so he tried to reassure you instead of just making more nervous. "But if you ever need someone, we're here."

First, you couldn't really answer. But the thing he said was truly reassuring actually. You could feel his genuine caring. And this warmed up your heart. "Thank you... j-just thank you for being here, Dennis," you said while giving him a thankful smile. Now it was his turn to go silent, he probably heard your tone changing into a more sincere one and this got his tongue. So instead of saying anything, he just smiled back at you softly.

Now that both of you stayed in silence a pleasant feeling settled down into the atmosphere. Actually, this was the time when you noticed how close he really was to you. He was sitting only in inches' distance next to you on the bed, looking at you from above. You never ever realized before how easily he could embrace you with those long arms of his, protect you from all the problems that the world. In your mind, you could feel his touch again, as his fingers caressed gently your body, just to make sure that everything is alright. And he was, to be honest, pretty handsome in his own style. You had to admit this.

You were into this man.

As he kept looking straight into your eyes, you felt a dull feeling slowly pooling in your stomach, making your breath becoming hard as it started squeezing softly your lungs. You swallowed heavily and carefully tried to lean closer to his face. Dennis, after seeing your approach, he slowly closed his eyes, and let himself lean forward as well. Your heart kept bumping painfully in your chest, not being able to wait what is going to happen in any seconds. You wanted this.

You wanted this so badly.

"I-It's getting late, I should probably go." he gasped and suddenly leaned back, leaving you with desperate desire. You were just so close. "I-I would just bother your dinner time with Dr. Fletcher." he coughed while setting nervously his glasses "Not to mention that I.. I-I have some things to do as well." you noticed his shaky voice as he clumsily tried to make up some most likely excuses. You should have, but you couldn't feel angry at him after seeing his badly hidden embarrassed face. He did look really cute.

Another shaky cough and he stood up from the bed heading towards the door. You saw him hesitating with a deep sigh, before turning back. "So.. you can write to me anytime you want. I'll be there." He raised up the phone in his hand just to refer to your possibly upcoming talking.

"I will don't worry." you bit your lower lip with a soft giggle. "Take care of your way home."

He startled for a minute to your wish, but then swiping away all his clumsy emotion, he bowed at you discretely. "See you soon... young lady."

Then he left the room, closing the door behind him. And you stuck there in the dark with those dirty thoughts that kept haunting you. Looking down on the floor, you slowly lifted up your hands to touch your face. It felt like fire, and you assumed its color could prove that too. What the hell were you just about to do?? You wanted to kiss him?! On your own?! No, it was not just you. A strange feeling kept pushing you forward. It felt like being enchanted with an affection you haven't experienced yet. It felt so strange, unknown, but... lovely. One deep part of you wished that your little action would have been successful. Not to mention, that he leaned towards you. He must have.. wanted to kiss you as well...right?

You didn't know anything anymore.

Stepping out of the room with a huge sigh, you wiped back your head and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen, so you guessed he left the apartment as soon as possible. The woman was sitting in front of the computer, probably messing with it. She lifted her eyes up towards you as she heard the opening of your door. Her lips curled into a soft smile as she set her glasses with her right hand. "There you are, Darling. Did you sleep well?"

"Sleep?" you frowned in confusion.

"I assume you could sleep during the day since your night was messy." She answered with a giggle.

Your eyes widened "Did you hear me last night?"

"You're not the one who has sleeping issues." you startled for a minute after hearing this "For me" she continued in a soft voice "I either can sleep without being able to wake me up or barely being able to fall asleep. Yesterday was the latter." she chuckled looking at your sheepish expression.

"Oh.."

"So I can't blame you for being so bitter with me in the morning and then isolate yourself from everyone. Tiredness can cause some behavior that we're not really proud of." With an easy move, she grabbed a cup from next to her and then carefully tasted it. "However, I still would like to apologize. The things I said might have been a bit too inappropriate. I didn't mean to upset you or anything."

"Oh it's alright!" you quickly lifted up your hands in protest, "I-I think I took everything a bit too personally. I shouldn't have lost my head so easily."

"I'm glad you're not angry at me then." she gave you a gentle smile "I still have some questions..." your stomach twisted to this sentence "but I'm going to wait with them. It is the life of a therapist, they are just burying them with tons of questions. We're just too curious kind" she giggled again and this time it made you smile too. "Anyway, you didn't eat anything during the whole day. You must be hungry. Come, I was just about to have dinner as well."

For a moment, you hesitated, but then with a small nod you accepted the request and decided to spend some time with the old lady.

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Loudly gasping, you managed to drag yourself out of another horrible dream. Of course, your uncle could just f*****g leave you alone. Of course... But well, you kept telling yourself that eventually, they'll end. They this meant that eventually, they SHOULD end... right? After all these years, to be honest, you were not sure anymore. Gosh, these night thoughts make you more pessimistic that you should be.

You were lying on your back, fingers grabbing shakily the blanket that made your whole body sweaty with its hot sense. Your eyes kept staring at the dark ceiling, as you tried to stabilize those heavy heart beatings that made you feel suffocated at your lungs. Slowly, warm tears started flowing down smoothly on your cheeks, landing on the pillow. You didn't flinch for its sense, at least you could quietly let out this tense feeling which was being kept inside.

After a deep sigh, you decided to check the time, so first, you wiped off the tears of your face, then reached for the phone. While turning it on, you rolled to your stomach and leaned on your arms. After checking the time -which was 2:12 am by the way- a silly thought popped up in your mind. With a nervous swallow, you unlocked the device and then opened the still-fresh app. Only one account appeared in the menu: Dennis's. It didn't show you whether he was online or not, but you decided to have a check. Touching its name, a new conversation window jumped up, with no previous conversation.

Biting your lower lip, you hesitated. What if he was sleeping at the moment? You didn't want to wake him up just for some random chat that suddenly came into your silly mind. But well.. if he was sleeping or just simply busy, he wouldn't answer anyway... it wouldn't make any harm just to try...

[Hey.. sorry for the late message... u up?] You typed shakily then waited for any kind of response. The message was sent, and it quickly got a tick, showing that it has actually been read. Your eyes widened to it. He WAS there.

[Hello, it's ok I'm still working.]

[Then it's Dennis, right?] You wrote it down with high curiosity.

[Bingo, young lady] A reassured smile came across on your face. Deep inside it made you calm now that you knew he was on the other side. You were just about to send an answer when another message has been sent [Is everything ok?] You swallowed to his ask. He felt it. He knew that something's wrong even from that distance between the two of you.

[Of course.. why wouldn't be?] Wouldn't it have been way easier just to tell him straight forward? This might have been just some reflexes you got used to in the past.

[You know, you wrote in the middle of the night, with some random ask... even I can guess. heh]

You couldn't help but giggle quietly. He was right. Why on earth would you have written to him if not for some reassuring words? It seemed like he could get to know you even during this really short time. Maybe in some ways, this should have made you a bit scared, but you felt a warm, pleasant feeling instead. [Alright you got me haha. I've just had a bad dream so I thought I would put off my thoughts for a bit.]

[...Do you want to talk about it?]

You stopped for a minute and bit your lower lip. Maybe you should just tell him... Maybe he could help you... You shook your head. It was not the right time. Eventually, you had to tell him, but you were sure you would do it in person. Not through some random impersonal social application. [Nah, I'm fine. I'm used to them, this happens quite regularly anyway.]

Another break, but now it was from his side. Lying on your side, you kept watching the bright screen waiting for his answer. Some moments later a new chat bubble appeared [So you want to put off your thoughts? Then we can talk on the phone if that helps.]

For a moment, you froze to his offer. A blush came across your cheeks as the possibility appeared in front of you. But then you started thinking... deep inside, you didn't want to miss this opportunity. So with a shaky move, you touched the green icon and then slowly raised up the device to your ear "H-Hey." you said to the voice in a shy voice.

[It's really working, I'm surprised] you heard the honestly surprised voice from the microphone.

"Me too." you smiled softly then quickly thought about a possible topic you could talk about "So what did you mean by working? What are you doing?"

[It's...] he started but you could hear that he was thinking about something [Let's just say it's a surprise.]

"What?!" You laughed at him "But will you ever tell me? Oh wait can I guess it?"

[You won't guess it out anyway, Sweetheart.] the sudden nickname made you blush lightly, but it pooled up a pleasant feeling in your stomach.

"At least let me try" you grinned tiredly "please~"

A loud sigh came from the other side before his response "Alright, guess."

And you guessed.

And you guessed again and again. According to his answer, you were just more and more far away from the right answer. You didn't mind it, though. Your purpose was not to win. You won enough just by spending this time with him. Your voice became more and more gentle and quieter by every question. Actually, his voice could make you feel sleepy, and this is what you really needed now.

[Are you thinking that much? Or...] he quietened and just kept listening. You fell asleep, leaving accidentally the phone on. [She's asleep..] then another small pause came in. Now if you had heard him, you could have noticed that his tone became soft and careful like he would have chosen every one of his words with high care. [During the afternoon.. you wanted to kiss me right? I wish I wouldn't have stopped it... I like you. More than I want it to admit to myself. You are truly special.]

Another short break happened before his cracked voice could be heard through the microphone for the last time.

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[Goodnight, Princess]