COLBY POV
It all happened so fast, Sam had left, the police came, they took me, took me away from Sam. I cried, I cried for hours. They thought it was from happiness, but it wasn't.
"Colby Brock, I'm detective Taylor, I'm here to take you home and ask some questions, come with me please" so I did.
"Do you know his name" Detective Taylor asks
"No I don't" I replied
"What did he look like?" I don't know, he always had me in the basement, never saw him, he only came when I was asleep, moved me to the house that day, never saw him once" I explained, I lied, I lied to protect.
After a few more questions he gave up and took me home.
"Colby, my baby" my mom said greeting me with a sob, I held her, I forgot how much I missed her, I lived my mom but I loved Sam more.
I want Sam back.
But that wasn't going to happen.
So I went back up to my room and slept.
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Fanfiction"Is this okay?" Stockholm Syndrome Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.
