❂ Sequel to ❤ Stockholm Syndrome 🔫
!WARNING!
Contains:
❂ Violence
❂ Sexual Content
❂ Mild Use of Adult Language
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"What are you doing?"
Spinning around on my heels, I spot Vincent. His hands are d...
Note: Where you see 'T.R.', it is pronounced as 'teacher.' Lol, I know. ____________________________________
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"Welcome to Redshift," Vincent says, and I look up to the sign above the exit from the interstate. I look out into the distance and see the town. There are many sophisticated houses situated suburban-style, and on the outskirts, there are a few lone mansions on hills. The biggest one catches my attention. It's a light shade of azure and the setting sun gives it an angelic glow.
"This place looks exquisite," I say, feeling bubbly–the good kind, though.
"It is. You see that blue mansion?" he points to the same mansion that I noticed before. "That's my house."
Holy crap! He's joking, right? "That huge mansion is yours?"
"Yeah. After all, I am a billionaire," he titters.
"Really? Well, I've never heard of the great Vincent Phillips before yesterday," I say, looking at him and laughing.
"Ha-ha, that's very funny. I'm sure you've heard of T.R."
"As in the occupation? Of course. Who hasn't?"
He sighs, "No, not 'teacher'. T.R.–Taegan Robotics."
"Why do you call it teacher?" I scrunch my nose.
"Isn't it obvious? It carries the same initials." He taps the steering wheel, for some strange reason, but I ignore it.
"That's that multinational, multi-billion dollar corporation that invented the Hover-vac? I've always wanted one of those," I say, jumping up and down in my seat. "That's so awesome! I bet, since we're dating now, you can get one for me," I joke. He glances at me with a serious face, and I immediately stop smiling. "Sorry, I didn't mean to go overboard."
I look away and through the window, into the distance where the sun continues to set, leaving an orange glow in the sky. Then, the view disappears and is replaced by a field of tall grass. I catch a glimpse of a flat house that appears to have been burnt down, but we speed by it so fast, I couldn't be too sure.
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"Here we are," he gets out of the car and takes my bags out of the trunk. I pull two of them that have wheels, while he carries the other one that doesn't and his camouflage gym bag.
