How It Feels To Be Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Romance

Dallas Stone is insane. He stalks Dalilah Frost for 2 years, learning everything there is to know about her. When he finally makes his move, will Dalilah be forever scared of him or will Stockholm Syndrome set in and she learns to love him?

She’s gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. Words cannot express how bad I want her to be mine. But she never will be. She can’t be. She won’t be. She's sane. I’m the opposite. I’m not meant for her. She’s perfect. Dalilah, such a sweet name. I wish her friend would leave so I could finally make my move. I swear, Jenny is so annoying. I would’ve already snapped her neck but that would hurt Dalilah and that’s the last thing I wanna do. 

 

“Do you ever just want to be kidnapped?” Jenny wondered aloud.

 

“Only if it’s by a hot stranger.” Her sweet voice rang in the air.

 

I smirked to myself. I’m kinda hot. Hopefully this will be easier than anticipated. Dalilah stood and walked into the kitchen, near the bush in which I was hiding and close to the window I was looking through. I crouched down and hid better so I wouldn’t be seen. 

 

“Do you want anything to drink?” Dalilah asked Jenny.

 

“Nah. I should be heading home soon.” She shrugged, walking toward the front door.

 

Thank God. She’s finally leaving. I hate Jenny. I would’ve already made my move with Dalilah if Jenny hadn’t stayed the night for three days. Like seriously? Who stays for three days? They said their goodbyes and Jenny left. Dalilah sighed and checked her phone. After a few minutes she walked up her stairs to her room and I creeped around the house to her bedroom window. I got there just in time to see her undressing and my eyes almost shot out of my head. If only I was in there with her. I want to slowly caress her curves while I please her. If only I could do those things. Sadly, there’s no way she would like someone like me. She had stripped down to her undergarments and turned off the light as she crawled into bed. 

 

I waited for about an hour before making my move to go inside. I got to her front door and the door was already unlocked. Silly girl. Anyone could come inside your house. I walked cautiously up the stairs to her room after I locked all the doors and windows. She looked so beautiful in her sleep. I had to work quickly and quietly so she wouldn’t wake up. I pulled off my backpack and set it on the floor without a sound. I unzipped the bag and pulled out both pairs of handcuffs. Oh, all the things we could do with these. With time Dallas, with time. I handcuffed her hands to the metal bed frame with my gentle touch. She didn’t even stir. I sat in the chair across from her bed, waiting for morning. 

 

***

 

She began to move while she was half-asleep. She went to move her arm and she soon realized it was constrained. Her eyes shot open and then to the handcuffs, then to me. She started fighting against the restraints and I laughed.

 

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” I warned. “Don’t make me get the ribbons, that’ll tempt me even more.” I smirked.

 

I sound like a lunatic, but what can I say? I’m excited. 

 

“Who are you? What do you want from me? Why are you in my house?” Dalilah panicked, tears forming in her eyes.

 

“My name is Dallas Stone. I want you to be my wife, and this was the easiest way to do that.” I answered, staring at her intently. She started crying and my heart shattered into pieces. I upset her. I didn’t mean to. What did I do wrong? I rushed to her side and wiped her face. “Don’t cry, please. I won’t hurt you.”

 

“Yes you will.” She whispered.

 

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting you. I love you.” I tried to console. 

 

“You’re insane. I’ll never marry you.” She spat.

 

I ignored her words, I know she didn’t mean it.

 

“Are you hungry?” She nodded hesitantly. “I’ll be right back darling.” 

 

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a poptart out of the cupboard and poured her a glass of milk. I walked up the stairs when I heard thrashing in her room. I hurriedly ran to her room, kicking the door open. Dalilah stopped abruptly and I sat down the food and drink I had brought on the bedside table. I grabbed her wrists which were wounded from the handcuffs.

 

“I told you not to do that, now you’re bleeding.” I frowned.

 

Her gorgeous appearance was burdened by tear stains. 

 

“Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” She begged.

 

“I can’t do that, love.” I took the first aid kit out of my bag and grabbed the gauze and medical tape. “Now, darling, I’m going to take off the handcuffs one hand at a time to put gauze on. Don’t fight me.” She nodded and I unhooked the first handcuff. 

 

“Did you mean it when you said that you wouldn’t hurt me?” She quietly asked.

 

“Of course. I’ve been watching you for a very long time. You’re mine. I wouldn’t hurt what’s mine.” I explained to the best of my ability. 

 

“H-How long?” Dalilah inquired.

 

“About 2 years. I know everything about you and about your life.” I casually replied, applying some ointment to the jagged cut. She hissed out of pain and tears rolled down her ravishing cheeks. “Sorry, I know that must hurt, but it’s to keep it clean and make it heal faster.” 

 

I wrapped the bandage around her wrist, and secured it with medical tape. 

 

“So you know about that terrible thing that happened to me?” She questioned, focusing on the blanket covering her.

 

“I do unfortunately and I want you to know I’m not like them.” 

 

“Have you watched me change?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

 

“I have. Stunning sight that is.” 

 

“I thought you said you weren’t like them?”

 

“I’m not, but I am human and I do things that aren’t stellar to all people.” I defended myself. I took the ribbons out of the bag and used one strand to tie her hand to the bed and I walked to the other side of the bed. “Is that easier on your wrists honey?”

 

She hummed in response and I fixed up her other wrist in silence. She also ate her poptart in silence as well as I fed her. 

 

"You're actually pretty nice, I apologize about calling you insane." She mumbled. 

 

"It's fine, love." I shrugged. 

 

"Is it okay if I call you Dallas?" She questioned. 

 

I smiled. My name sounded so good coming from her flawless lips.

 

"Of course darling. I love the sound of my name coming from you." I admitted while stroking her hair. A few beats of silence passed. “Did you mean it when you said you would be okay with being kidnapped as long as it was by a hot stranger?”

 

She chuckled and that seemed just so sexy to me. 

 

“It was mostly a joke but now that I think about it, the more I believe it.” She confessed. I grinned from ear to ear. 

 

“Darling, be honest, do you think I’m attractive?” I asked, my voice becoming huskier from each word to the next. She blushed and nodded all while looking me up and down. “Use your words, love.”

 

“I think you’re really handsome.” Dalilah spoke meekly. 

 

“You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” 

 

Dalilah shifted uncomfortably and blushed. She crossed her legs tightly and a smirk grew on my face.

 

“Awe did my darling get a little flustered? I can help with that if you want.” I offered, unzipping my jacket tantalizingly.

 

“Please, Dallas.” She squeaked out quietly.

 

***

 

I woke up to her head laying on my naked chest. Her wrists became untied sometime during the night. It was definitely the best night of my life. She moved slightly and swung her leg around my body, cuddling me. 

 

“Good morning, Darling.” My low voice rumbled.

 

“Morning babes.” She mumbled and my heart melted.

 

I pulled her closer and I decided to sing to her. 

 

“Don't mind us we're just spilling our guts

If this is love I don't wanna be hanging by the neck

Before an audience of death.

 

You could be the corpse and I could be the killer

If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner

You could be the drugs and I could be the dealer

Everything you say is like music to my ears” 

 

She smiled and stared up at me lovingly. 

 

“That was beautiful Dallas. You’re a great singer.” She praised me.

 

I gently caressed her lips with mine as a thank you. When she pulled away her gaze of adoration toward me continued. 

 

“I love you too Dallas.”

 

If only she knew. If only she knew my past. If only she knew how crazy I am. If only she knew how it feels to be lost.


Submitted: April 03, 2021

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