(Monday 7:00am I woke up without waking Seth; I put on an oversized long sleeve shirt and shorts, I went downstairs and made some coffee. I sat on the counter thinking if I should say something to Seth or not "I should tell him" I thought; I got off the counter and got a coffee cup, I poured my coffee. Suddenly I felt arms wrapped around me)
"Good morning" Seth said.
(He kissed my neck)
"Morning, we need to talk" I said.
(I turned around)
"Uh oh that's never good" Seth said.
"No it's not that bad but we need to talk" I said.
(I grabbed my coffee cup and we went to the living room and sat on the couch)
"What's wrong" Seth asked.
"You know I forgave you right" I said.
(He nodded)
"I still forgive you but I have to tell you how you made me feel Seth, you made me feel really bad, I know you know I hate the dark but the why is what you may not know" I said.
(I took a deep breath)
"I hate it because my dad hated me; he use to beat me every chance he got and he has gotten drunk because of me, one day he came home drunk, he had a pocket knife in his hand he tied me to the bed and started cutting me over and over, that's how I got the scars, anyway he almost killed me that night if it wasn't for Liz he would've killed me. Every time you lock me in the dark I have memories of my father beating me and trying to kill me" I said.
(I stopped looking at Seth and looked down at my mug in my hands; tears started to flow, Seth took the mug from me and set it on the table. He got closer to me and wiped my tears; he held me)
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea I put you through that, I'm so sorry" Seth said.
(I kept crying until I couldn't anymore; soon I let Seth let me go)
"I think I'm going to take a walk on the beach" I said.
"I'll come with you" Seth said.
(I was getting off the couch)
"No, I want to be alone" I said.
(Seth nodded and I grabbed my mug; I went into the kitchen and put it in the sink then I went out the glass door, I walk towards the water bare foot. A few moments later I was by the water looking out to the Ocean)
"Hey" Sam said.
(I looked to my left)
"Hey, what are you doing out here" I said.
"I saw you just wanted to say hello, so what are you doing out here" Sam said.
"Just thinking" I said.
"Want to talk about it" Sam asked.
"No not really, um so have you lived here all your life" I asked.
(We sat in the sand)
"Yeah, is Liz your only sibling" Sam asked.
"Yeah, It's been me and her against the world for years. Do you have any brothers or sisters" I asked.
"I have a little sister she's eight, she lives with my aunt" Sam said.
"What happened to your parents" I asked.
"They died in a car accident last year, what about you your parents cool with you living with your boyfriend" Sam said.
"Well I'm sorry first off and my mom died when I was born and my dad died last year" I said.
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Stockholm Syndrome (completed)
General FictionAlice Miller (18, Brown eyes, 5'2, shoulder length blonde hair, pale skin, curvy) quiet and shy, she always stuck to her sister Liz (19, short blonde hair, brown eyes, pale skin, 5'5, curvy). Alice always depended on Liz because their parents died...
