His Girl

20 ~ Etichette

"This silence is killing me. Can you say something?"

"Can I ask you a few questions?" I mutter. He nods and continues making hot chocolate.

"Do you have dissociative identity disorder?" Should I have just asked him that? What if he cracks it at me again? What will he do?

He turns around and was smiling. Is he mental stable? Should I try and get help?

"How do you know about DID?"

"I was doing mental health courses at school."

"Well, yes I do." Certainly explains a lot. But it sounds like he's proud of it.

"And a shit load of other issues. And I'm not ashamed of it."

"What other labels do you have?" I ask, cautiously.

"Why did you call them 'labels' and not issues or problems?"

"Because they shouldn't define you. It's not an issue, it's just a label. Doctors just try and label everyone that doesn't doesn't fit into their definition of normal." Whoa, did I just tell him that? 

Luca finishes making two cups of hot chocolate and sit down on the bar stool next to me.

"Now that is the best shit I've heard all day. That is so deep and so true. But something tells me you've also got some labels." Luca spoke, gently.

"Well, yeah I do. I've been given the label anorexia nervosa, bulimia nervosa, depression, anxiety, PTSD, ADD, REM, APD, insomnia disorder, nightmare disorder, auditory processing disorder and I think that's about it."

"Are you serious? Half those labels don't even sound real."

"It's stupid. Just because I do something that 'normal' people don't do, they just go make a label for it."

"I know the feeling. I've got PTSD, DID, APD and anxiety. They just keep chucking me labels. Whenever I do something, label, label, label."

I take a sip of hot chocolate. Oh my God! This is the best hot chocolate I've had in ages! I look over at Luca who was scrolling through his phone. If he hadn't kidnapped me, held me a gun point and beaten me up, I think I would of fallen for him. Wait! What the hell am I thinking? He kidnapped me, held me at gun point and beat me up. I can't even think about falling for him! Stupid female hormones.

"Come on, let's go."

"U-um w-where?" I stutter again. Why do I have to keep stuttering?

"I have to go to work and you're lucky enough to be able to come with me."

"Work at four in the morning?" Why the hell do you need to go to work this early?

"We'll need to leave for work by five so there's no point going back to bed." That's a fair point. "So go get ready. There's clothes in the bathroom."

I simply nod and go into the bathroom.

Luca's POV

I watch as she slips off the barstool and walks into the bathroom. Why do I feel so guilty about yesterday? What is she doing to me?

I quickly get changed in the bedroom and walk back into the lounge room. I don't need her trying to escape again. I walk out just as the door opens.

I walk over to the cupboard and grab a few muesli bars and a bottle of water from the fridge. I turn around to see Courtney disappearing back into the bathroom. Her hair looks so good. What am I thinking? I can't let her get to me. Why do my feelings get into everything I do?

She comes back out with black jeans and a grey midriff top on. Those jeans look really good. What am I thinking? Stupid male hormones!

"Don't you think this top is a bit short?" She asks, shyly.

"It was the only clean female top I had. It looks fine but we can go shopping after. Sorry." I apologise. Why am I apologising? This girl is really getting my head in.

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Hey guys! I've posted five chapters today because my updating is going to more and more restricted. I'm preparing myself to go back to school and it's very stressful at the moment. I hope you understand. But anyway. Luca and Courtney are developing feelings for each other. ;) What do you think is going to happen between them?