31: Anorexic
Off of one obnoxious subject. On to the next. Luke's reaction to the doctor's diagnosis. He had seemed surprised but also, somehow, acted as if he knew. I didn't get it. But it did make me feel like crying as I dried myself off with the towel. But I refused. What was the point of crying now? The secret was out and crying wasn't going to change that. I slowly threw Luke's t – shirt over myself, forcing myself not to enjoy the smell. I growled as I dried my hair with the towel. I couldn't read Luke's reaction. 'Dad's' reaction. I can't believe the jerk pretended to be my father. I shuddered. Please, if he was my father I would've run away long ago. I didn't want to talk to Luke about the doctor visit. But I really wanted to understand his reaction. Not just guess.
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Stockholm Syndrome
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