Stockholm Syndrome

Rose Faith Davis comes from a family torn apart by the unfortunate events of a late night drive. It's taken years to overcome the loss of the one that believed in her so much. Now, she's graduated high school and is ready to take on the task that is college. She'll be moving from her small American town to the bustling city of Sydney, Australia. There's a lot of bad things happening over the sea, however, this doesn't scare Rose. She's up for any challenge, and will chase her dreams no matter what.
~Don't follow your dreams, chase them~

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33. Lies, All Lies

*Two Days Later*

          After working my shift at the library, I meet Harold at a table in the back.

          “Hello Rose,” Harold smiles as I take a seat across from him.

          “Hi Harold,” I take out my phone and bring up all the questions I’ve complied to ask. If he lies on the ones I’ve deemed important, he won’t be getting my number.

          “You want me to give you my number?”

          “No, I felt it vibrate. Just checking a text from my roommate,” I click my phone off, set it down, and look up at the boy in front of me. He doesn’t work for Ashton. Well, almost. Ashton’s business and another over in England are quite close. This jackass in front of me is a part of the England one.

          “I’m getting your number?”

          “Oh no, I’ve got some questions to ask. Now, from your accent, I know you’re from England. Probably the London area. Am I correct?”

          “So serious now,” he chuckles. “But yeah. And you sound like you’re from California.”

          “Nope, Michigan. Now, why are you over here?”

          “Well, for my second year of college, I wanted to travel a bit, so I applied here. And got in.” Lies. You’re over here because of some drug problems. You aren’t getting enough from over here and your boss sent you over here. To act like a student at a local college while you figure everything out. When you leave, it’ll be because of family health issues.

          “Hm, do you travel a lot?”

          “Not too much. I’ll go on holidays, but not every often.” More lies. You travel more than the average person. All to fix problems your drug business may be having with others.

          “Oh, I bet you’ve traveled more than me. But, that’s not important. How’s your home life? Sorry it that’s personal.”

          “Oh, it’s not. I had a great home life and still do. Two loving parents and a great older sister. We always lived in London and I had tons of friends.” Those are all true.

          “Ah, better than me.”

          “What was your childhood like?”

          “I locked myself away from everyone because no one could understand what if felt like to lose a father. It’s still like that today. But, my roommate actually understands me.” I look down at my phone.

          “Hey, why are you so sad now? I’m sorry if I asked too personal of a question.”

          “No, it’s fine. I’m just thinking about how I haven’t been the nicest person to my roommate. Maybe I’m the jackass.”

          “You care for her, don’t you?”

          “Him. Not really. Not in any romantic way. I don’t think. He’s just another guy that I’ve come in contact with. That’s helped me realize some things. But I don’t like him. At least…no. I don’t like him.”

          “You don’t sound so sure about that. But, what do I know? I just met you.”

          “Yeah, you just met me,” I grab my phone and shove it into my backpack before standing up.

          “Leaving already?”

          I pick my backpack up and sling it over my shoulders. “Yeah. I want to get home and rest.”

          “Well, did I pass your tests? Do I get your number?”

          I laugh, “Of course not. You lied on things that are way too important to lie about. Especially to me.”

          “What are you talking about?”

          “A boy by the name of Ashton Irwin told me about you. I’m glad he did. I’d never give my number to you. Maybe next time you shouldn’t lie.” I turn on my heel and start heading out, hearing one more thing from Harold as I walk away.

          “Ashton, what a jackass.”

          I smile to myself as I get outside.

          Ashton really is a jackass, isn’t he? I guess that would make him my jackass then. I’m okay with that.

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​Rose being all serious is what I live for. She doesn't not take shit from anybody. :D

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