Stockholm Syndrome [COMPLETED]

06

I tightened up the bandages across Agust's knuckles to stop them from bleeding. As I made contact with his skin, I tried my hardest not to flinch.

His touch was hot against my skin.

Every time his fingers touched mine, I couldn't deny the fast heartbeat that I was feeling in my chest.

What is happening to me?

I went down to the kitchen and cooked with what he had. Just some ramen.

He sat down, eating the ramen like he had never eaten in years. He looked so fragile and yet so manly at the same time.

"Agust, can I please borrow a phone? I promise I just want to ask my father about all this."

He looked at me wit his dark brown orbs again. As if he was trying to figure something out about me. He put out his phone and put it on the table.

"But you gotta stay here while talking to him."

I dialed my father's phone number and in about 2 rings, he answered.

"Hello, dad?"
"Astrid, is this you?! Where are you?! We have been searching for you for days!"

"Father I'm fine. I just wanted to ask you about something. I need to be quick."

"Astrid I—"

"Father, did you or did you not have your men kill a mother and a baby because the mother found out you were doing drugs?"

"Astrid-"

"Father just answer me."

"No. I did not. I certainly did not. How would I be able to—"

I put down the phone as fast as I could. He was lying. I knew it. I had memorized my father's voice when he's lying. That's the same pathetic voice that he used every time he made an excuse about not coming home.

I couldn't resist it.

As Agust was washing his hands, I hugged him from behind and started crying.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what my father has done to your life."

"You know I wonder how such an evil person could have such a wonderful woman as a daughter. Astrid, you don't have to apologize for what your father has done. Not anymore. I apologize for pulling you through this shit."

He turned around and put his arms around my waist.

"Gamsahabnida. I actually want to thank you."

"Thank me??? For what??"

"Agust, it was a dark place out there. My father, everything was just wrong. I needed to get out from there. I just had to. I cannot believe what my father has done. I can not believe this. I'm so angry. I don't know what could happen when I see him again."

He put both his hands on my cheeks and tilted my head upwards. Our faces were inches away from each other. Our, eyes finally meeting again. His hands felt so warm on my skin. I didn't know how or why but I have never felt safer in my life. I was warm. I felt protected beside him. And I know it's the most ironic situation. But the way he looked at me. The way I feel when our skins touched, I have never felt at home.

I kept looking at his eyes then his lips. His eyes then his lips. His pink thin lips. His lips that moved closer and closer to mine until they finally met. His lips crashed into mine. There was so much heat, so much tension, so many unsaid words all morphed into this kiss.

We were kissing with rage.