Stockholm Syndrome ~Original~ // discontinued

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COOL CHAPTER ABOUT LIZ AND HER BAD PARENTS. Sort of a filler but eh.

I sat on the couch, waiting for my parents to come home. I had a bag of crisps in front of me and Death Note was on the TV. The time was around 11pm when the door creaked open and my mum walked into the living room.

She was quite a tall and skinny women,from where I got my brown hair from.Many said we looked similar, however we had many differences. Her green eyes shine brightly opposed to my dark brown ones, that remained dull in whatever I did. Whilst her lips were a natural red and thin, always in a tight line, however mine were a pale pink and in a slight smile. My mum was a strict lady, no different to my dad. She worked most of the time alongside my father, the co-managers of a popular business that dealt with precious jewels.

"Lizabeth," She said, using my full name causing me to crindge, "Why are you still awake?"

I stood up, straightening out my pajama bottoms. The look of shock on her face when she was my appearance was comedic. A large hoodie was covering my torso, however showed my collar bone something she hated as it wasn't very visible. My bottoms were turned up several times so they reached halfway up my shins. My bare feet were kept close together,so they wouldn't trip over the other making me embarrassed.

"I wanted to talk to you and-" My eyes scanned for my dad who wasn't in sight, "dad..."

"Unfortunately your dad is working late, so you'll just have to tell me." She informed, irritation in her voice, as she folded her arms. I scratched the back of my neck, thinking how to word it. "Hurry up Lizabeth."

"Matt's back."

She clenched her fist,then unclenched it. "That it?" I nodded in response and she sighed. "We'll talk about it when your father comes home." I nodded again, walking upstairs. It was silent, other than my feet padding against the hardwood stairs.

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I lay in bed, my mothers strict voice bouncing around the walls of my head. They always put things off, no matter what it is. They say they'll talk about it when 'your father' or 'your mother' come home. They never come home together. Either one of them is here and the other isn't, or they're both on different business trips at the same time. My parents will do anything to avoid each other. They're marriage is dead. Apparently a divorce will ruin their perfect image, and they can't do that. Right now, it's affecting me.

When I was six I asked my dad if I could have a birthday party. He said he'll talk to my mum and get back to me. He never did, and I never had a 7th birthday party.

When I was nine I wanted to go to Matt's house for his birthday, however mum said dad will drop me. Dad was on a business trip and mum was working overtime. I couldn't attend my best friends birthday party.

When I was eleven they missed my Year 6 Graduation since dad never told mum to go. Mum never knew about it.

When I was twelve I wanted to go to the cinema with Em and her cousin. Mum said she'll ask dad but she never did. I went to the cinema the first time six weeks ago.

I missing out on important memories because of their broken wedding. And I'm the reason for it.

Because I'm a female I can't inherit the business. Since I'm not a male I can't carry on the business. My father has no problem with it but my mum cares a lot. They fought over it when I was younger and drifted apart. I'm the reason for it. I'm the reason for their dysfunctional marriage.

I live with that guilt everyday.