Separation Anxiety Disorder - An individual's feelings of persistent and excessive anxiety related to current or oncoming separation from an attachment figure (someone or something that provides the individual with comfort).
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I can't believe I let this happen again.
I should have known, I saw the signs, but I guess I just didn't want to believe it.
Our past still haunts us in the worst way possible but it haunts Izzy more.
Me and Chris found out we had psychotic tendencies at the age of 7, they had a doctor look and examine us and found out that we had uncontrollable emotions, and we unconsciously made up for that with anger.
Staring at my little sister clinging to me unconsciously helps my anger subside a little but then I remember all the pain she went through because of it.
We aren't stupid we now know we were kidnapped, we figured it out as soon as Camilla hugged us.
She seemed too sincere to have given her kids up so we figured out the truth but there were still some things missing, like who exactly took us and how we ended up with them.
Picking my head up I look at Chris to see him staring at Izzy with a saddish expression.
Looking at me he sighs before getting up and stretching, "come on, the sooner we get this over with the better" Chris starts walking towards the door as I slowly slide away from Izzy.
Sighing I walk after Chris preparing myself for this conversation.
...
Me and Chris settled on one of the couches in front of one the one our family was on, seemingly they seemed to be eager.
After taking a deep breath Chris starts "we don't remember much about how we got there or who took us, but we somehow woke up in a basement. They kept us down there for about 5 days before the door opened and 5 men walked in, the obvious boss was named Richard or that's what we were told to call him, but others called him Duce-" the whole room seemed to freeze.
"Duce as in German mafia Duce?" me and Chris looked at each other before shrugging. we had never thought of that or the fact that we could maybe connect other mafias.
Really, we just didn't want to go back in the past, so we didn't really look into what happened.
"Izzy went through a lot, not saying we didn't either whilst ours was mostly mental hers was mostly physical-" Chris stopped and I took that as my cue "they had us do all kinds of things, intensive training that included being beaten to a pulp, varying drug runs to, stealing or even taking us to docks and making us run them and if we didn't do something right, Izzy payed the price."
Looking up at them I saw that some of them had tears in their eyes and others had their jaws clenched as well as an angry look in their eyes.
Taking another breath I start again "they used to drug us, knocking us out and we woke up chained to a wall. They used to leave us there for hours before they came in and with Izzy in hand-" clenching my hands so hard they turn white I speak with remembrance "they used to throw her into the room so hard that she would whimper b-before-before-before-" I stopped not being abled to say anymore.
