Kidnapped by Ronnie Radke: Stockholm syndrome

1 ~ The girl with violet hair

Amber's POV

We don't have to talk, we don't have to dance, we don't have to smile, we don't have to make friends, it's so nice to meet you, let's never meet again, we don't have to talk, we don't have to talk, we don't have to dance

I woke up to my phone ringing. I grumbled and got it from my bedside table, not even looking at the caller ID before answering it.

"Hello?" My voice cracked and I cleared my throat.

"Amber!" It was my friend Jess, "I'm at your door, come let me in I want food."

I hung up, wrapped myself in my black satin robe and trudged out of my bedroom. As soon as I unlocked the door Jess swung it open and threw her arms around me.

"C'mon Jess," I whined looking at the clock, "it's seven am, we don't have class til ten."

"I know, but my cupboards are empty and you have food."

"Whatever, make yourself at home, I'm gonna hop in the shower."

My name is Amber Vicks and I'm an 18 year old college student. I live in LA and attend Otis College of art and design. It's halfway through the first semester and I love it here. I'm from New York, but I moved here a year and a half ago when I was notified that I'd received a full ride scholarship. I lived in a motel for a while and worked until I had enough money for an apartment, I'm a waitress at an Italian place down the road from my house. I've never really been social, at least not since I was in middle school. Both of my parents were heroine addicts and by the time I was to start ninth grade they had both been arrested. As I had no family in the area and the social worker thought that my "emotional trauma" from having abusive addict parents made it a bad idea for me to be put into the foster system I was but into a group home for troubled teens. Most of the kids in the group home were drug addicts, and when I told them that I had no interest in following in my parents footsteps they left me alone. They didn't pick on me, they just didn't talk to me. I appreciated that they respected me and gave me my space. While I was there I'd become especially close with Spencer, a therapist that helped take care of us on the weekends. When my freshman school year finally started I was immediately given a bad wrap because people thought that I was a druggie like all the other group home kids. At first I tried to make friends, but when my classmates' parents found out I was in a group home they urged their kids to stay away from me.

I got close to my teachers, and all I did was study, listen to music, draw, and go running. During the summer I worked three separate jobs to save up money. Sophomore year I threw myself into my studies and worked after school. By the time the school year had finished I had finished the credits needed for not only my sophomore year, but my junior year as well. I tested into all AP senior classes and took my final high school exams at the beginning of the second semester of what should've been my junior year. I started applying to art colleges and got a full ride to Otis. Spencer helped me get to LA and eventually find a place. He'd stayed with me for a couple of weeks to make sure I could handle myself on my own, at the request of the group home leadership, and then I was truly on my own. Most of the kids I was around thought I was some slut and I was sleeping with Spencer, but really he was like an older brother to me and neither of us ever looked at each other that way. I met Jess at orientation and we became best friends, we clicked as she also doesn't have a relationship with her parents. Her dad died and her mom was an alcoholic so she got emancipated at 16 and also won a scholarship to Otis. We stuck together and decided that we didn't need a big group of friends as neither of us were very social anyway.

As I stepped into the shower I let the still freezing cold water run down my back, making me jump a bit, but waking me up completely. I looked through the window at the beautiful building next to mine. My apartment was on the 15th floor, so I didn't have to worry about people seeing me shower or change, I had a sliding glass shower door, but I took cold showers to preserve my violet dyed hair, so the glass never fogged up. I finished shaving my legs and rinsed out my shampoo, gently massaging some coconut scented conditioner into my scalp. I quickly turned and looked out the window. I felt like someone was watching me, but that was ridiculous, I was 15 stories up and no one could see me. I rinsed out my hair, turned off the water and wrapped myself in a towel, blow drying my hair before letting the wavy, violet, waist length locks fall against my now dry back. I put on my makeup and slipped my robe back on. I walked back into the living room. Something smelled really good.

"I made pancakes!" Jess shouted from the kitchen.

"God I love you so much, you can come and eat my food any time."

"Amber, you say that every time I eat breakfast at your place." She giggled.

"I know," I smiled, "I just want you to know that the offer always stands."

I sat at the counter and practically inhaled the pancakes she set out for me, I'd been so busy finishing my art history project last night that I forgot to eat dinner.

"Oh babe!" I called, grabbing the key I'd had her made. " I got you a key so you don't have to wake me up at ass o'clock in the morning to get into my apartment."

"Awe," she smiled, taking it from my hand, "that's so sweet."

"I'd ask you to move in, but I only have one bedroom."

"Actually you have two, you're using the other one as an art studio." She laughed.

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes, "but I kinda need that to do my school work if you hadn't noticed."

I put my plate in the sink and went to my room to get dressed. I slipped on a black veil brides shirt and some black Jean shorts. It had turned out that Jess and I had the same taste in music. I'd gotten her into panic! at the disco, and she was currently trying to get me into some band called falling in reverse. They were good, and the lead singer was pretty attractive, but I'd been too swamped with homework lately to really get into them. I slipped on my converse.

"We're gonna be late!" I shouted to Jess, walking into the kitchen.

We walked out the front door and I made sure to lock it, before getting on the elevator. I'd take the stairs when I came home to get some exercise.

Ronnie's POV

She stepped into the bathroom and hung her robe on the door. Her name was Amber and I'd been watching her for about a year now when I wasn't on tour. I'd seen her at some Italian place down the street and followed her home. I'm not sure how or why but I'd become obsessed with her. I found out her apartment number and bought a room across from it in the next building over. I watched her every day. I had binoculars in every room and I knew her schedule. Her friend Jess always came to her apartment around 6:30 to seven AM on week days and she got home from her classes at 4 PM. She left for work at the Italian place at 6 and her shift ended at 10. She always left the curtains open. I guess she thought that being so high up would eliminate any chances of people watching her. I'd make sure no one watched her, except for me of course.

She gently massaged her body with her bath sponge before rinsing out her violet hair. I felt my pants tighten as she rinsed the excess soap off of her breasts. She massaged that heavenly coconut conditioner in her hair and rinsed it out. She turned off the water and wrung out her hair, before wrapping herself in a black towel. She was smart, using black towels so that her hair dye wouldn't stain them. After drying herself off she hung her towel up and began to dry her hair. I unbuttoned my jeans as her now dry body stood naked, perfectly in my sight. I took myself in my hand and began to stroke myself as wisps of her violet hair were blown around her. She'd be about 20 more minutes. I loved that she never wore her robe in the bathroom, it made it a lot easier for me to enjoy myself and watch her. I'd timed my movements perfectly, shooting myself onto the windowsill as she wrapped herself back in her robe. And then she was gone, only to reappear seconds later in her bedroom, getting dressed in her usual shorts and band tee. It was black veil brides today. Andy, you lucky bastard, she probably touches herself and thinks about him. Jealously shot through me and I got up and punched my closet door. I don't know how much longer I could take just watching her. I needed to touch her, I'd thought about bringing her back to my house in vegas but I needed the perfect opportunity. 

A/n: I will be putting most of my time into this fan fiction as I don't exactly know where to go with my other one Not what it seems.  This will be smutty, so be warned. The more votes and comments, the faster I will update. Thank you my lovelies.