Stockholm Syndrome

4. The gate-crasher

"So who are you Nova?"  He asks and looks straight into my eyes and taps the empty place on the couch. 

I sit next to him trying to keep the eye contact. Should i actually tell him all. There's literally nothing to lose.

"I'm Nova, Nova Bailey and i'm 19." I introduce myself to him.

"Okay Nova Bailey now we're basicly best friends now. I'm Will Gold and i'm 25." He answers.

"Yeah besties definitely." I laugh at him.

"Okay but let's talk seriously for a second." He says looking at me sympatheticly. "You clearly wasn't okay when you arrived here." 

"Aww i hate serious talk." I whine.

"Nova don't change the subject." He looks at me with a serious look on his face. "What if i just invited a murderer in my home."

"Do i look like a murderer to you." I ask him smirking at him.

"Well you had a wine glass sticking out of your hand but not really you're the size of a preschooler so mixed signals i guess." He says.

"Yeah that one.." 

"What happened? You can tell me don't worry." He tells me and holds my hand.

Touchy guy.

"It's my mom, she's um she's been abusive and alcoholic for so long i can remember and it's getting worse everytime.." I start sobbing in front of him. I'm crying, again. I hate this.

"I just had enough and left her.. Will i can't go home." 

"It's okay Nova. You're safe now." He says and tightens his grip.

I actually feel safe for the first time in many years. 

"What about your dad, could he help you at all?" He asks.

"He's the reason why my mom is getting worse. He slid his wrists in a bathtub when i was small." I tell him trying not to full on cry in front of him.

Wilburs pov: 

How can a person go thru so much.

"Nova i'm so sorry. I couldn't even imagine how hard it has been for you." I say to her watching tears falling from her eyes. 

"Can i hug you?" I ask her making sure that it's okay to touch her.

I don't want to scare her more than she already is. That must be why she was so jumpy at the dining table.

She nods and i wrap my hands around her small torso. She feels a bit hesitant so i loosen up a bit trying to make her feel more comfortable. 

"You can stay here as long as you need. Don't worry about having to go somewhere." I tell her.

"Thank you." She says quietly her head buried in my chest. I hear her sniff.

"Is there snot on my shirt?" I ask trying to lighten the mood.

"Sorry.. i'll wash it for you." She says embarrased.

"Noo Nova! It's fine, really i don't even care. I'll wash it later." I say.

She looks up to me and smiles a little. She's a pretty crier. She's a pretty girl in general. Her blond hair is messy, she has 0 make up on, she has dark eye lashes and her eyes are like no elses.

"You're staring."

"No i'm not!" I say laughing.

Not small but not big lips, cute nose, freckles, dimples...