Captive Obsession

Chapter 6: Seed of Trust

T H I R D P E R S O N

Rosé sat on the edge of her bed, worry etched across her face. It had been days since she'd seen Lisa, and an unsettling feeling gnawed at her. Normally, Lisa would at least send a message if she was busy, but this silence was unusual.

Unable to take it any longer, Rosé grabbed her phone and dialed Lisa's number. She listened to the ringing, hoping to hear Lisa's familiar voice on the other end. Instead, she was surprised when Jennie picked up.

"Hello?" Jennie's voice was calm, almost too calm.

"Jennie? It's Rosé. Where's Lisa? I haven't seen or heard from her in days," Rosé said, her voice betraying her anxiety.

"Oh, hey Rosé. Lisa's fine. She's just been really busy lately. Don't worry about her," Jennie replied smoothly.

Rosé's mind raced. Lisa had mentioned something about Jennie the last time they'd spoken. There had been tension in her voice, a hint of something off. "Are you sure? She hasn't replied to any of my messages or calls. Is she really okay?"

Jennie paused, and Rosé could hear a slight rustling on the other end. "Yes, she's okay. Trust me. She's just taking some time for herself. She'll get back to you soon." Jennie's tone was reassuring, but Rosé couldn't shake the doubt creeping into her thoughts.

"But Jennie, we talked about something important last time. Lisa seemed... different. Are you sure everything's fine?" Rosé pressed, hoping for a more concrete answer.

"Rosé, Lisa is fine. Trust me," Jennie insisted, a bit more firmly this time. "She'll be back soon. Just give her some space, okay?"

Before Rosé could say anything more, Jennie ended the call abruptly. Staring at her phone, Rosé felt a mix of relief and unease. Jennie's reassurances did little to ease her mind. Something still felt off.

Rosé knew she wouldn't be able to relax until she saw Lisa herself and made sure everything was truly alright.

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L I S A

I sat by the window, staring blankly at the cityscape beyond. Days had merged into an indistinct blur, and the stifling sense of confinement was becoming harder to bear. The sense of unease that had plagued me since this ordeal began was only growing stronger. I yearned for contact with the outside world, especially with my closest friends. A faint sound from the next room disrupted my thoughts. Jennie was on the phone.

Curiosity and a sliver of hope propelled me to my feet. I moved closer to the door, straining to catch any snippet of the conversation. Jennie's voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable tension in her tone. And then, I heard a name that made my heart leap into my throat.

Rosé.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Relief, anxiety, and longing washed over me in waves. I hadn't spoken to Rosé in days. What could Jennie be telling her? Was Rosé worried? Did she think I had vanished without a trace?

I cracked the door open slightly, peeking out. "Jennie, who are you talking to?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Jennie turned, a brief flash of surprise crossing her face. "It's Rosé," she said simply, covering the phone's mouthpiece.

"Let me talk to her," I pleaded, stepping further into the room. "Please, I need to tell her I'm okay."

Jennie's hesitation was palpable. Her eyes flicked between me and the phone, and for a moment, I thought she might actually hand it over. But then Jennie shook her head, her voice firm. "I can't. The battery is low."