Stockholm Syndrome, Do I love one of my kidnapper's? ( edited)

Stockholm syndrome. Do I love one of my kidnapper's? 1

Stockholm syndrome. Do I love one of my kidnapper's?[1] 

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"That's bull Dad! It's my birthday, you cant put this case aside for one second!" I yell frustrated that my father decided to work on my birthday. "Honey I have court at 6 on the dot tomorrow, and this judge isn't easy. I need to get my case together now and I'm already behind. Here's two-hundred and fifty dollars go do something with your friends. Go to dinner with Abigail.. Sorry."  

"Dad!" 

"Three fifty, I'm not going higher. Now please I need to get to work." 

"You can't just throw money at me and expect me to leave!" I threw my hands in the air in exasperation. 

"Can you not be your stubborn hard headed self for a couple of hours, it's about to be seven and your still moping around the house. Go enjoy your birthday." 

I stomped out of the room, I know it was a childish thing to do, but what can I say I was in a pouty mood. It was my eighteenth birthday and my dad was working! 

"Happy Birthday Adrian" he yelled cheerily, as I stomped up the stairs. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Abagail's number as I chose my outfit for the night. "Hiyyyaa Adrian... oh and for the millionth time Happy birthday babe." she yelled, all in one breath her voice giddy. "Hey Abby Cadabby" I said grumpily. "Well my father has to work and I was wondering if you want to go out?" I asked, already knowing her answer, she was such a loyal friend. "Bummer! We can go to Tazmania! Let me get ready I'll be over there in a hour."  

"Kay! Oh and Abigail?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Thanks a lot." 

"No problem that's what I'm here for-bye." and with that I hung up my phone. I was feeling loads of gratitude toward my friend. I can honestly say I loved her. She was one of the few people I could rely on. And for that I was beyond grateful.

I rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower as I undressed, I stopped to look in the mirror, I was in my underwear now and I examined myself closely. I'm 18 now, and there's no obvious changes, I have dark blue eyes, so dark that in the wrong lighting they look black. My features are like a child's, small nose, heart shaped face, small pouty lips- not one sign of maturing. I stared grumpily at the birthmark on my chin, wishing it away. DAMN! My hair was the same limp burgundy- dull! I raised my hand in front of me. My fingers were far too stubby and I needed to stop biting my nails.  My body was fine. I was relatively slim, some meat where necessary. I had a pretty long waist and decent boobs, small C cups. My legs weren't as long as I'd like but they were as long as they could be for some who was only 5'5. My feet were small, annoyingly so, I was a size 5 and it was impossible to find any good heels in my size. And last but not least I'm so damn pale! I pinched my cheeks to try and get some color into them I even smacked them a little harder then necessary. Don't get me wrong I'm not ugly. But I looked like such a kid it was frustrating. Not to mention my mood was not helping at all.

I turned on the water and quickly jumped in, not even thinking to check the water in my haste. "ahhh!" I screeched as the water burned my skin. I jumped out of the spray  laughing at myself and adjusted the water I quickly soaped myself and washed my hair. I jumped back out wrapping the towel around myself. I slid on lacey underwear to make myself feel better. Then I quickly passed a comb through my hair, spritzing it so when it dried it wouldn't look like it frizzed. I pulled on black shorts and a white long sleeved shirt with a open back, then I dragged on my black and white reptile skin boots with some chains hanging off the side. "Now to deal with my hair" I said to my reflection. I braided the very end of my hair leaving tons of curls hanging over the top of the braid. The braid laid on my right side and a short curl hung out on the left side. I put some light eyeliner and mascara and that was it for makeup, anymore I would look like a little girl who played in my mommies makeup. "Now for earrings," and just as I placed two diamond studs in my ears as my bell rang. "I'll get it!" I yelled unecessarily because I knew my Dad would've ignored it. As I opened the door Abby pounced on me, "Hi!" then she passed me a shoe box. "You remember those really cute shoes that you fell for at that boutique in Boston! Well I hunted down size 5's!" I jumped up and down with her, you know us girls and our shoes. Her happy mood was infectious and i couldn't help but smile "Let's go!" I yelled.