Courtney's POV
Slowly Luca drops his gun and tears start falling down his face. He's crying? Did I do something? What's wrong with him? Should I try to talk to him?
"Get in the bedroom." He mutters. He didn't need to tell me twice. I silently get up and walk into the bedroom. What is his problem? Am I going to have to stay with him forever? Does he have any mental illness I should know about? Is he mental stable?
I silently get into bed, not caring about the time. Should I just go to sleep? Is it safe to be alone with him? Should I be fearing for my safety? Is he going to do anything stupid?
I lay there staring at the roof, for a while before falling asleep.
I was awoken to someone getting into the bed. I roll over to see Luca grinning at me. He definitely had dissociative identity disorder. Very severely. I see him grab a pair of handcuffs and I sigh. I better not upset him anymore. I stretch out my right arm and give it to him. He attaches the handcuff to me and then to himself. I close my eyes and attempt to go back to sleep.
He attaches both my hands to the bed head with handcuffs. Tears were slowly falling down my face. He pulls a box out of a drawer and walks back over to the bed. He sits on top of my legs and puts the box down next to him. He starts playing with my hair and whispering inappropriate things in my ear. I bite my lip as he pulled out a pair of scissors from the box and start cutting my top off. He chucks the shredded top on the floor and starts kissing me. He starts at my lips and moved down my face until he got to my chest. He started removing his top and I looked away. "Get your fucking eyes back on me." He yells. I look back at him and he chucked his shirt on the floor with mine. He cut through my bra and went back to kissing me over my chest. He stops and cuts through my tracksuit pants and underwear. I shiver as I'm left completely naked and exposed. He gets off me and removes his jeans. As he pulls down his boxers, I close my eyes. "Open your fucking eyes or face the punishment!" He snaps, making me open my eyes. He gets himself comfortable between my legs and......
I wake up screaming. I sit up but my right arm doesn't move. I look back to see my arm attached to Luca's with handcuffs. Shit, have I woken him up? I lie back down in bed. It's just a nightmare, Courtney. Just a nightmare.
"Care to tell me why you've woken me up at three in the morning?" Shit I've woken him up. What's he going to do? What should I tell him?
"I j-just had, had a n-nightmare." I whisper. I'm never going to be able to go back to sleep after that.
"Do you want someone hot chocolate?" Is he just asking if I want hot chocolate? I slowly nod my head.
"Courtney, it's pretty dark. Can you answer my question or answer my question with words?"
"Yes, please." I whisper.
He leans over and flicks on a light. He grabs a key from who knows where, and unlocks the handcuffs. He is really offering me hot chocolate after what happened yesterday?
I follow him into the kitchen and sit on a barstool.
"So I've got some explaining to do. I'm really sorry about yesterday. Working in the army for two years and then in the police force for another two years, then deciding to join the Italian Mafia kinda does that to you. I know that isn't an excuse, but can we just forget what happened yesterday?"
I stare at his back for a while. He worked in the army? And then in the police force? How old is he? But this is making so much more sense now. He's probably got PTSD. And definitely dissociative identity disorder.
"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?