Stockholm Syndrome // sm

Chapter Twenty-Five

( i have been up since 11am yesterday -it'z 4pm rn- and i just wanna apologize for any typos! i'm a little outta whack, but i'll update soon! )

"Did you find the check? Toby is picking us up in ten minutes." I told Shawn and he shook his head.

"It's gone-"

"How is it gone-"

"It's not there! I flipped my room upside down to find it, but it's not there!" He panicked and I grabbed his arm gently. "He gave us that money to use-"

"Even if we can't find it, it's not like someone else is using it. If we don't use it, he keeps his money, so it's not that bad. Sure we're back a bit, but it's nothing a job or selling my jewelry can't fix. After all, I don't need all of this." I reminded and he nodded, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, I guess you're right..."

His phone rang and he looked at it after pulling it from his back pocket. "It's my dad." He read and I stopped him from answering the call. "What?"

"Why is he up this early in the morning? And why is he calling you, thinking that you're awake aswell?" I asked him and he looked at his phone. "Let it go."

We watched as his father's contact left his phone and he set the device on the couch. "Why are you so suspicious of my dad?" He asked me and I shrugged.

"It's just... does he ever call this early?" I asked and he shook his head. "On the day we're leaving? On top of that, we can't find the check. It's... fishy, don't you think?"

"Kinda." He agreed and I bit my bottom lip as I finished putting my hair in a bun. "Oh yeah! I almost forgot to tell you. We have fake passports."

"Where did you get those?" I laughed quietly, bewildered at the sight of these booklets in front of me.

"Uh, Toby knew a guy. I didn't ask too much about it." He told me and handed me a small book. I thanked him and then looked at it.

"I'm scared Shawn. What if they realize this is fake? Or we get caught by someone your dad knows? Apparently this damn 'business' extends out to the other end of the world." I told him and he smiled gently.

"It'll be alright. I already told you." He chuckled, his knuckles brushing along my cheekbone. "Don't worry."

"I can't help it."

He pulled me into a hug and I buried my face into his chest, the faint smelling his cologne coming from his maroon sweatshirt. I closed my eyes and he rubbed my back gently, soothing some, but quite not all, of my gut wrenching nerves. I couldn't tell if I wanted to vomit or cry from the doubt I held fir this entire plan, but I was positive that I was second guessing not only myself, but Shawn.

There was a knock on the door and I felt my heart fall through the floor. This is happening. We're actually doing this. "Come on." Shawn whispered and I followed him to the door. Only, it didn't reveal Toby.

"Shawn? Jennifer? I am here to escourt you wherever you may need." This unknown man said and I looked and Shawn in confusion. "My name is Daniel."

"What happened to Toby? My old driver?" Shawn asked him and the man looked between us.

"He... quit."

"No." I gasped and looked at Shawn, who had an emotionless expression on his face. "Why did he quit?" I asked quietly.

"He didn't need the job anymore."

"We're fine actually. You can go home." Shawn spoke to him and then shut the door.