This thread is open! Looking for 2-4 males and 1-3 females to write in the story! PM me if interested! This is a Stockholm syndrome story.
~Hi! My name is Cara. I'm 18 years old, or almost anyways. I live with my father, who tries to balance three jobs well (and fails) and my mother who is an alcoholic. She gets abusive sometimes, well most times she's drunk and my dad's not home. I have long brown hair and green eyes. I'm tan and I'm 5'5". I do well in school and i am part of the swim team and I play soccer. I'm not too girly and I'm not too boyish. ~
I came into the house from a long day at school. I had gotten a B- on my math test and it had really bummed me out. We had a soccer game after school and I let in two goals. We almost lost because of me. I delayed coming home as much as I could and was surprised that when I walked up to the house my fathers car was in the driveway. I walked in and my mother wasn't in her usual spot on the couch in front of the tv. I got suspicious and headed into the kitchen. My father's coffee mug was on the counter and the making for a sandwich were out. I called out but no one responded. Cautiously I headed up the stairs towards my room, which was at the end of the hall. When I reached the top of the stairs a heard a thumping noise in my parents room. Fearing the worst for my father i headed to their door and was about to open it when I heard moans and groans and some very choice language. Utterly disgusted I sped off towards my room and closed the door, collapsing onto my bed and putting in my headphones.
A little while later there was a knock at my door and my father opened it. He said goodbye to me and kissed me on the forehead before heading out to work. Not ten minutes later did the door open again. This time it was my mother. She was holding up my soccer bag and complaining about my leaving my shit around everywhere. I got up and walked over to her to grab my bag but when i tried she wouldn't let go. Instead, she pushed me and I fell down. She started screaming at me but her words were slurring so bad I could only understand half of what she was saying. she picked my bag up high over her head and then slammed it down and it landed on my stomach. I cried out and curled into myself. She laughed and closed the door behind her leaving me alone. Once I regained my breath I stood up and brushed myself off. That wasn't one of the worse beatings but I was tired. I was tired of her always coming into my room and doing this when I had done nothing. I was tired of being scared to come home. I was tired of feeling like I was 30. I was tired of never having fun. I was tired of her. I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone and headphones. I slid my window open and climbed onto the roof, making my way to the back of the house where the roof was close enough to the ground where I could jump. I sneaked through the yard and out the gate, untangling my headphones as I briskly walked down the street. I turned the corner and was about to put one headphone in when I felt someone watching me. I turned around expecting my mother and saw no one. Chuckling slightly at my paranoia I turned around again and kept walking. I was about to put my other headphone in when I felt a hand grab me from behind and another had go around my mouth.
Like any sane person I started thrashing around and screaming. I even licked and tried to bite the persons hand but their hold did not loosen. I tried kicking but they dodged my kicks easily.
"Marie!" a male voice from behind me said gruffly "Do it! now!"
In a second the hand on my mouth was replaced but before I could let out a cry for help another hand encased my nose and mouth holding a cloth. The smell was bitter and I help my breath for as long as possible but soon enough I took a deep breath in and felt my body start to relax. The images in front of my eyes started getting fuzzier and fuzzier and I faintly realized that I was being dragged into a car. Doors slammed and opened and slammed again and the last thing I saw was a male in the drivers seat and a female in the passengers seat, both wearing black, both staring at me. Then everything went black.
~Hi! My name is Cara. I'm 18 years old, or almost anyways. I live with my father, who tries to balance three jobs well (and fails) and my mother who is an alcoholic. She gets abusive sometimes, well most times she's drunk and my dad's not home. I have long brown hair and green eyes. I'm tan and I'm 5'5". I do well in school and i am part of the swim team and I play soccer. I'm not too girly and I'm not too boyish. ~
I came into the house from a long day at school. I had gotten a B- on my math test and it had really bummed me out. We had a soccer game after school and I let in two goals. We almost lost because of me. I delayed coming home as much as I could and was surprised that when I walked up to the house my fathers car was in the driveway. I walked in and my mother wasn't in her usual spot on the couch in front of the tv. I got suspicious and headed into the kitchen. My father's coffee mug was on the counter and the making for a sandwich were out. I called out but no one responded. Cautiously I headed up the stairs towards my room, which was at the end of the hall. When I reached the top of the stairs a heard a thumping noise in my parents room. Fearing the worst for my father i headed to their door and was about to open it when I heard moans and groans and some very choice language. Utterly disgusted I sped off towards my room and closed the door, collapsing onto my bed and putting in my headphones.
A little while later there was a knock at my door and my father opened it. He said goodbye to me and kissed me on the forehead before heading out to work. Not ten minutes later did the door open again. This time it was my mother. She was holding up my soccer bag and complaining about my leaving my shit around everywhere. I got up and walked over to her to grab my bag but when i tried she wouldn't let go. Instead, she pushed me and I fell down. She started screaming at me but her words were slurring so bad I could only understand half of what she was saying. she picked my bag up high over her head and then slammed it down and it landed on my stomach. I cried out and curled into myself. She laughed and closed the door behind her leaving me alone. Once I regained my breath I stood up and brushed myself off. That wasn't one of the worse beatings but I was tired. I was tired of her always coming into my room and doing this when I had done nothing. I was tired of being scared to come home. I was tired of feeling like I was 30. I was tired of never having fun. I was tired of her. I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone and headphones. I slid my window open and climbed onto the roof, making my way to the back of the house where the roof was close enough to the ground where I could jump. I sneaked through the yard and out the gate, untangling my headphones as I briskly walked down the street. I turned the corner and was about to put one headphone in when I felt someone watching me. I turned around expecting my mother and saw no one. Chuckling slightly at my paranoia I turned around again and kept walking. I was about to put my other headphone in when I felt a hand grab me from behind and another had go around my mouth.
Like any sane person I started thrashing around and screaming. I even licked and tried to bite the persons hand but their hold did not loosen. I tried kicking but they dodged my kicks easily.
"Marie!" a male voice from behind me said gruffly "Do it! now!"
In a second the hand on my mouth was replaced but before I could let out a cry for help another hand encased my nose and mouth holding a cloth. The smell was bitter and I help my breath for as long as possible but soon enough I took a deep breath in and felt my body start to relax. The images in front of my eyes started getting fuzzier and fuzzier and I faintly realized that I was being dragged into a car. Doors slammed and opened and slammed again and the last thing I saw was a male in the drivers seat and a female in the passengers seat, both wearing black, both staring at me. Then everything went black.
