Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 2

"Miss we're here." The cab driver said and nodded. Pulling out my wallet I paid what I owed and thanked the man. Getting out of and grabbing my bag I walked to the front door of my parents' house. It was a very nice house with two stories, grey/bluish siding, white trim, and dark blue shingles. Knocking on the white door I waited for my mom or dad to answer. When I heard the familiar thumping of feet on the wooden floors I smiled. The door opened up for me to see the shining face of my mom. She opened up her arms and I wrapped my own around her. "Hey mom!" I couldn't help but let out a little laugh of happiness, "Hey sweetheart, welcome home!" She let go of me and looked around before raising an eyebrow at me. "Still no boyfriend?" She asked teasingly and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. My mom has been waiting for me to get a boyfriend since I turned sixteen. I never saw anything in the guys at my high school that yelled "DATE THEM!" Besides, I was always too busy with school work to date, I wanted to get a scholarship to the U. "No mom, not yet." I grabbed my bag's handle and pulled it inside. My dad stood in the kitchen waiting for me and hugged me. "Hey baby girl, how've you been?" I hugged back and shrugged my shoulders. "The same as all the other times." He gave a little chuckle before patting my back. "Go unpack, we'll have dinner in a bit." I grabbed my bag and went to my old room. Opening the door I was met with the familiar dark navy blue almost grey walls. I walked over to my closet and opened my bag and put the clothes inside. Once that was done I turned around to look at my room. I liked to call it my fantasy room because it's the perfect room. Suddenly smelling the delicious smell of my dad's roast, I went downstairs to the kitchen.