All Monsters are Human

It has been four days since my pizza night with Andy and six days since I first was abducted. I had been counting the hours and spent most of my time staring out the window.

I could see people making their way to work in the mornings and coming home at night. If I listened I could hear the people in the surrounding flats greeting their families. I envied them so much, but I had to remember my mission to try and escape.

Easier said than done. Andy had been out most of the time and got home late so I hadn't had much of chance to put my plan into action. I continued to avoid watching television until about an hour ago.

I slumped on the sofa and turned on the massive television. I wanted to watch cartoons as I was hoping to be cheered up. My curiosity got the better of me though and I went to the news channels.

At first there was the global news. There had been murders and bombings and then there was the local and national news. What I saw made my entire body seize up.

A reporter was standing outside my house. She was young, but her face was set in a solemn grimace and the headline could be the explaination for that: New evidence to suggest parents killed abducted girl.

"Hello, Sian. I'm standing outside of the house where earlier on today evidence was found by two detectives. The evidence suggests that the parents may be responsible for twenty year old Felicity's death. The parents have just now been taken into police custody."

Bile, hot and foul tasting rose in my throat. I stood and rushed to the bathroom, emptying my stomach into the toilet. With the vomit came tears as what was happening hit me like a truck. My parents were innocent. I knew that and yet the police seemed convinced they had found something.

I stumbled back to the lounge to see the reporter motioning for someone to join her on screen and my eyes bugged out when that older detective appeared next to her.

"Good Evening, Detective Crane. What can you tell me about the case?" She held the mic out to him.

"I can't go into massive detail, but myself and my junior detective discovered evidence on the property to suggest the parents may have something to do with it. We'll need to investigate." He grunted.

"And how common is this? That parents would do this?" The reporter pressed on.

"A lot more common than you'd like to believe. They almost got away with it. We're working on the assumption that we're searching for a body now." Detective Crane continued.

My poor parents. I longed to see them and I hated the detective and his lecherous assistant. I wished all kinds of awful things on him. And then I realised that was so out of character for me. I broke down again and loated myself for wishing harm on someone.

I must have been sitting like that for half an hour and I heard the door open. Andy walked in and paused when he saw me. I turned my head and glared at him.

"My parents have been accused of murdering me. Did you know about this? Did you set this up?" I seethed, rushing over to him.

I had forgotten how tall he was and how small I was, but I still wanted him to know I was angry. He was quiet for a moment.

"What? They have? When was this?" He snapped, sounding annoyed.

He ghosted past me and turned back to the news channel and watched in silence. I stood a fair distance away. His face contorted in rage and he was across the room, grabbing the phone. He covered my eyes and keyed in a number.

I watched and someone must have answered because Andy began speaking rapdily. He demanded that whoever was on the phone come over now. He hung up shortly after and sat on the sofa.

My fury had subsided when it became evident he didn't know anything about this. I approached him and sat down. He glanced at me and I flinched when his large hand touched my leg, just above my knee.

"Flick, I'm sorry." He did sound upset.

I was tempted to lash out, but had to think of the plan. I fought the urge to hit him, knowing it would do no good.

"It's fine. I'm just a bit upset. They would never harm me." I managed a weak smile.

He met my gaze and I noticed we were inches apart. A shiver ran down my spine and my breath caught in my throat when he leaned down, brushing his lips over mine gently.

I had expected kissing him to be unpleasant, but it wasn't. His lips were soft and when I didn't offer any resistance he deepened the kiss.

His tongue brushed my lower lip and I parted my lips with a sigh. This should have been wrong and I was punishing myself for enjoying it. His tongue danced with mine and I draped my arms, tentatively, over his shoulders.

Andy's hands gripped my hips, pressing my small frame to his. He nibbled my lower lip and a moan slipped out and was caught between our lips. He pulled back, tracing his lips down my jaw and nipping down towards my neck.

I gasped when he bit down on the skin below my ear and he sucked harshly, then soothed the area with his tongue.

"A-andy." I whimpered. He chuckled against my neck and his large hand slid upwards and stopped under my bust.

I could no longer deny that I was enjoying this. Andy shifted, pulling me so I was straddling him. I suddenly felt nervous. Brett and I had got as far as making out and touching through clothes. Sex made me very nervous.

I went to move away, but Andy's hands were still gripping my hips. He held me there and rocked his hips upwards, allowing me to feel the bulge in his jeans. It sent a shockwave of pleasure through me and my back arched, pressing back.

His head lolled back onto the sofa and he smirked lazily. His hips rose again, pressing us together and another moan slipped out. I awkwardly rolled my hips into his, demonstrating my lack of experience.

"Mmm, fucking naughty girl." He growled. A tremor of pleasure shot through me.

He pressed his palm to my back and made me lean forward so he could kiss me. My feelings of fear towards him were gone and were replaced with feelings of wanting to make him happy. I liked him when he treated me kindly.

I kissed him and placed butterfly kisses down his sculpted jaw and down his neck. I must have done something right because he let out a grunt and pressed me closer.

The sound of the doorbell tore us apart and I pulled back in shock. He smirked and treaced his hand down my face, dragging his thumb over my lips.

"To be continued. Go answer the door for me." He slid me off his lap, disappearing into the bathroom.

I answered the door and keyed the person in. The door opened and the two detectives walked in. My fury returned and I glared at them with undisguised hostility.

Andy reappeared five minutes later and he looked furious too.

"What the fuck are you playing at?" He seethed, glaring the older detective.

"You want to keep the girl, right?" Detective Crane snapped. "Well, if everyone believes she's dead then she's yours forever."

I happened to glance at the younger detective and he caught my eye. He dragged his tongue over his lips and gave me, what, I assumed was a seductive stare. I recoiled in disgust and he simply grinned.

"Find another way," Andy had lowered his voice, but still looked furious. He seemed to notice the younger detective looking at me and blocked his view.

"Keep staring at her like that and I'll break your neck." Andy grabbed the younger man's shirt collar, pulling him off the ground.

Detective Crane was quick to stop the ensuing violence and Andy let go carelessly. He turned his attention to Detective Crane again.

"Fine, you win. We'll find another way. The parents'll be released tonight," He held up his hands in defeat. "You have my word, miss."

This was the first time he had spoken directly to me and I simply nodded. Andy seemed satisfied with that. The two detectives left and I shifted nervously. Andy turned to me and pulled me into a hug.

I didn't fight and hugged back. I had to act like I enjoyed it, but the trouble was that it was getting more and more difficult to fake it. I was starting to feel sympathy for Andy, given that he had been in and out of mental health facilities and his parents didn't seem to care.

"Problem solved, kitten." Andy pulled back, kissing my forehead.

He had made the effort and had probably saved my parents from a life sentence. I nodded and suddenly felt very shy, especially after what we had done a little while ago.

"Gone all shy on me, kitten?" He chuckled.

"Thanks for stopping them from prosecuting my parents." I smiled.

He seemed taken aback by my gratitude and shrugged, grinning coyly at me. I wondered if it would be possible to change Andy and get him to let me go. If he realised this wasn't right then he may let me go of his own accord.

That would be my new plan from now on. Forget the old plan of tricking him. I wanted to change him. No one was beyond redemption and I knew underneath it all that Andy was a good person. He could see I had been upset and acted on it. That proved he clearly wasn't sociopathic, right?

We spent the next few hours watching movies together. There was no repeat of what happened earlier. Maybe Andy didn't want to push me. It got to eleven and he turned off the television.

I followed him down the hallway and paused by the guest bedroom. I grabbed his arm before he could go in his own room. I didn't want to sleep alone.

"C-can I sleep in your bed tonight? I'm lonely." I must have sounded pathetic.

"Yeah, sure thing." He took my hand.

I hesitated and went to get my pyjamas. Andy shut the door and turned away. I realised he was letting me change. I quickly stripped down and put on my pyjamas. I cleared my throat and he turned to face me.

I averted my eyes when he removed his t-shirt and black jeans. I really hoped he was going to be wearing pyjamas too.

When it became apparent that he was sleeping like that I inched closer and got into bed with him, cuddling closer to him and enjoying the warmth.

"Good night, Andy." I whispered.

"Night, Flick." He murmured, kissing my forehead.

My eyes drifted shut and I fell into a warm sleep.

Notes

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