[Bakersfield, CA, 1997]

(Jonathan can be your abuser or your kidnapper or both :3)

you were sitting on your bed in a small room. You were wearing barely anything, your hair a mess. But that didn't matter. You were waiting for Jonathan to get home. You knew he was a bad person, and that he hurt you sometimes, but lately you've been feeling some sort of.. connection to him.

you heard the front door open and close. Jon was home! You jumped up to open the door and greet him, but the door was locked. A feeling a disappointment started it settle in a bit. You walked back to your bed and sat down, frowning.

after what felt like too long, the door got unlocked, and Jonathan stepped in. He was scowling.

"Get the hell over here."

he snarled. He was still in his work uniform, and he looked pissed but still handsome to you.