Abby holds on tightly to Gabe's neck as he carries her into his bedroom. She doesn't even get the chance to look around and check out the surroundings, because she is so focused on what is about to happen.
Gabe places her gently on the bed, where she stretches out. He comes down beside her and she smiles at him. Oddly enough, she isn't nervous. She just wants to feel the things that only he can make her feel.
She wants to be as close to him as two people can possibly get. She knows that she should fear the intimacy of it. She should question why he is doing t
“What I want, you've got, and it might be hard to handle.. but like the flame that burns the candle, the candle feed the flame.. yeah yeah.” Hearing the sound of singing, Gabe follows it down the hall way, heading towards the kitchen. He stop in the door way, grinning at the scene before him. Abby stands behind the counter, pulling something out of the oven, with her butt wiggling in the air to the tune of the music. Liza sits on a chair at the counter, piping icing onto a cookie and dancing.
Abby is sitting on the bed when she hears a commotion in the living room. Slowly she stands up from the bed and moves over to the door, pressing her ear to it. She hears a man's deep voice speaking and her stomach knots with dread. “Gabriel Davis, you are under arrest for the kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment of one Abigail Kensington and one Tommy Bruno. You have the right to remain silent. Anything that you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as I have stated them to you?”
“Abigail!” Abby hears her name being called and she looks up, finding her mother and Irla. She was not in the least bit surprised to find that her father wasn't with them. She knew better than to expect him to come to along and welcome her home with open arms. Running across the police station parking lot, Abby launched herelf into their arms. It has been six days since she has seen them and she truly missed them. Once they have her in their arms, both of them seem reluctant to let her go.
Abby turns around to stare at her father in horror. “What are you doing here?” “I was coming to see my daughter and assure myself of her safe return. Instead I find her causing a scene, berating city officials and using language unbecoming a lady. Must you always be an embarrassment, Abigail?” Richard asks her, disdain in his every word. “If you are so embarrassed by me, then feel free to leave. I am fine. You've been seen and you have kept up appearances. There is really no need for you to be here an
“What?” Abby looks over her shoulder at the man, with a deep frown on her face. Detective Garcia stands there, watching Abby with a frown. Behind him is her father, whom Abby doesn't even want to see. “Why not?” Abby demands of him. “Gabriel Davis still broke the law. There is no getting around that. I am the officer in charge of Mister Davis's case. If you want to tell me the story, maybe I will alter the charges against him, but officer Jones here has no authority in the matter concerning Mr. Davis.
“Stockholm Syndrome? Um.. I am not familiar..” Abby shakes her head, confused. “I'm sorry but I don't think that I know what that it.” “Well, Miss Kensington, Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological condition in which the victim of a kidnapping or other related crime such as that identifies with and even empathize with their captor or abuser, going so far as to agree with or share their goals.” The detective tells her. “It is very rare but we do see it. Especially if you have a good looking guy as the kidnapper and a young, overly sheltered girl experiencing her first taste of freedom.”
* Extremely Graphic Content Warning * Contains strong domestic abuse, verbal abuse, thoughts of suicide and strong graphic violence. This chapter may be disturbing for some readers.~ Two days later, Abby is sitting in her window seat, staring at the same old lawn that she has stared at for years. This time, though, she doesn't wish to be down there playing in the leaves or riding a bike. She does not long to climb the tree or to enjoy the great outdoors. Oddly enough, for today, she is content to sit at that window and stare down at the grass, without being able to touch it.
Chapter 20 “What I want, you've got, and it might be hard to handle.. but like the flame that burns the candle, the candle feed the flame.. yeah yeah.” Hearing the sound of singing, Gabe follows it down the hall way, heading towards the kitchen. He stop in the door way, grinning at the scene before him. Abby stands behind the counter, pulling something out of the oven, with her butt wiggling in the air to the tune of the music. Liza sits on a chair at the counter, piping icing onto a cookie a