Stockholm Syndrome | 5sos

1.1

"I love you bud, I'll see you when I get back."

"I love you too, dad," I whispered back as I made my way into English class.

Unlike usual, I was one of the last people into the room. My dad had kept me on the phone for too long. He had said that he figured out the perfect plot for his last novel, because he wanted to retire from the writing and start doing more traveling. He had gone away on a business trip a couple hours from the campus I was living on.

I looked around, a small smile still pressed to my lips. I noticed two people missing since the entire right side was usually full, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I shrugged to myself and sat down in my spot, just as the clock struck 10.

As I watched him smirk to his friend, the other laughed back, and I realized that my dad's murder wasn't done by just one person.

The perpetrator had an accomplice and I began to shake uncontrollably until finally my eyes shut and I slipped into unconsciousness.