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~


16. The Girl's Find Out

*The Next Morning*

          I wake up to someone shaking me and my face is shoved in the soft blanket. I groan and flip away from the person.

          “Love, I made breakfast and it is time to wake up,” Ashton’s voice makes me wake right up. “You’ve got to get ready for another day at college.”

          I sit up and look over at the young man I’ve now labeled as evil. “Get out. Get out of my room.”

          “First off, it’s my room. Second, if you don’t stop being a little brat, I will throw you out. I really don’t want to, but I will. Then they will find you and kill you.”

          I glare at him, “Fine. I’ll try and be nicer to you. Even if you are a jackass.”

          He smiles and I notice myself looking at his dimples. They are still attractive, and it angers me that I can think this young man is attractive even after all I know about him. “Good. Love, living with me won’t be as bad as you think.”

          I roll my eyes before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. “Yeah, right. I’ll believe it when I feel that way.”

          “Man, love, you have a nice body. That nightgown looks amazing on you. Even with your bed head.”

          I smooth my hair out, turning to glare at him. “Thank you so much. Too bad for you, this is all you’ve ever get to see of me.” Then I enter the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it.

          About thirty minutes later, I’m walking out of my room, heading to the kitchen. I’m fully dressing in a nice Nirvana t-shirt, a black skirt, black knee socks, and bright red high-top Chuck Taylor’s. My hair is perfectly curled, and I have a small amount of makeup on.

          “Well, shit, love, you look amazing,” Ashton smiles as he sets a plate in front of me with what I’m assuming is my breakfast.

          “Thanks,” I slightly smile. “I’m glad you like it.”

          “We should leave in about forty minutes to make it to the college, and you’ll have time to get to your class.”

          “Alright, sounds fantastic,” my smile is no longer nice, but drips with acid.

          “Oh, come on love,” Ashton sighs. “It’ll be fine.”

          I shrug and get to eating my breakfast. After I finish my breakfast, I head to the living room to watch some TV before it is time to go.

          “Have any friends at school?” Ashton asks once we are cruising towards the college. His car is the nicest I’ve ever been in; a sleek, midnight blue, BMW.

          “Three,” I look out the window, suddenly insecure of my outfit choice. I feel like I’m straight out of an eighties movie.

          “That’s good. Wonder if they’ll be there to see me drop you off,” he smirks.

          “Oh god, I hope not,” I groan. “That would make everything so much worse.”

          “Come on, it wouldn’t be that bad.”

          A few minutes later we reach the school, and I quickly hop out of the car to be stopped by Ashton’s words.

          “If you are in any trouble, just call me. Okay love?” Ashton asks.

          “Sure,” I nod.

          “Rose!” My friend’s voices’ mix together from behind me.

          “Looks like your friends are waiting for you,” Ashton laughs. “I’ll wrap up. I will pick you up right after your classes are done. Then I’m having a friend over to discuss things. You can do homework in your room to be away from us.”

          “Whatever,” I give a quick smile before give the door to his car a good shove. Then I head over to my friends, feeling Ashton’s gaze on me before he drives away.

          “Who was that?” Laurel teases, a big smile on his face.

          “Just a guy,” I shrug as we start walking.

          “Oh really?” Victoria giggles.

          “Really Tori,” I sigh.

          “Not a boyfriend or anything?” Daisy asks.

          “Oh, goodness no,” I cringe at the thought. “Far from it. All he did was save me from some guys after our get-together Saturday. Now he’s letting me stay in his big-ass house. He’s a banker’s son.”

          “Ah, a banker’s son is so cool,” Victoria says.

          “You have to have us over now,” Daisy states. “Is he nice?”

          “Wait, he saved you from what?” Laurel looks between us all.

          I laugh, “I call him jackass, but he’s nice enough. I guess. And some guys pulled me into an alleyway just before my apartment, and he came to my rescue. I still got stabbed. He has me all wrapped up, a couple stiches, nothing to worry about.”

          “Why do you call him jackass?” Laurel asks.

          “Wait, you got stabbed?!” Daisy blurts out.

          “It’s a long story. Maybe one day I’ll explain it all. I’m still trying to digest it all.”

          “Alright, well for now, Rose and I have art, and you guys have classes as well,” Victoria says. “Story time is later. Learning time is now.”


​Whelp, the girls know now. They will only continue to asks questions that Rose will do what she can to answer. Hope you liked it! :D

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