You Kidnapped My Heart

by Nickayla

Brittany is the daughter of a wealthy man, has all the privileges and benefits of living in high society. But the meeting, not really desired, with a girl who has nothing to do with her, will completely turn her life around.

1. Chapter 1

Here's a little prologue, just to introduce you to the fic. Chapter 1 will be published tomorrow or the next day. Let me know if it is worth publishing, this story is a little unconventional.

Prologue.

May 7, 1978.

I haven't received a letter from her for almost 20 days now. I'm going crazy. I've been locked in here for almost a year, strictly inspected, for fear I could do something foolish. They should not worry, they should understand that I wouldn't go anywhere without my soul, and so should she.

Yes, because she believes that as soon as I'm out of here my feelings will be gone. But the truth is that, with each passing day, they grow stronger because she's everything to me...

She's the reason I haven't escaped yet, she is the reason why every day I swallow all the food and the pills they give me, she's the reason I'm writing this diary ... To try not to go crazy, to be able to get back to her and show her that what I feel is not the result of an unconscious defense mechanism, but it was born and raised regardless of the situation in which we found ourselves...

Despite of everyone telling me that my feelings, my love, were induced by external causes, places and the situation in which I was catapulted, I know, and I will repeat it to death, I'd be in love with her at any other place and any other time, with the same strength and passion. Because she's my light, she's the source of water in the desert of my soul...

She is the missing part of me, the one you crave so intensely because it is not yours and once you find it you try not to lose it, because you know that you've just broken all the statistics, all the chances of finding, among billions of human beings, the person who completes you.

I've been knowing Santana for 97 days. Three of them I wasted by fearing her, five days I tried to understand her, the next twelve I slowly approached her, trying to untangle the knots of her soul and the remaining 77 - 78, at sunrise - were spent in the most beautiful way: by loving her. And I'm going to do that for the rest of my life.