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

Stockholm Syndrome .. Do I love one of my kidnapper's? (2)

Stockholm Syndrome .. Do I love one of my kidnapper's? [2] 

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We drove for about 2 hours before I decided to stop crying, and even then I was having trouble being quiet. Dry sobs escaped my lips and I was afraid Tom would explode. His scowl seemed to get deeper every sob, while Mitch seemed to wince at each one. I sat curled up to the window behind Mitch, with my face pressed against the cool window- I stared outside unblinking, as the surroundings passed me. I didn't want to miss anything, I wanted to know exactly how I got to the destination we're heading to, just incase the cops asked. 

I was going to get out of here, it was just going to take time.  

My hair was sticking to my face- and I know my tears left dark tracks because of my mascara- combined with my pale skin I probably looked like the living dead, I thought as I watched the trees pass by. I rubbed my cheeks roughly trying to get the streaks of them, then I took my hair out of its small braid, brushed it all back and used the rubber band that was holding the braid, to pick it up. Feeling a bit better- as good as I could feel while being kidnapped- I went back to watching the trees breeze by in a blur. The sobs finally quieted but small hiccups escaped my mouth from all the crying and I swear even that pissed Tom off because his scowl deepened even more- when I looked through the rearview mirror to look at Mitch it seemed like his face softened a little, as if he found something endearing. I didn't know how to react to that but soft Mitch made me want to smile- just then he looked at the mirror and saw me watching immediately his face hardened and his eyes glazed over. I was about to open my mouth to ask him about it- and I guess he saw the question in my eyes because he cut me off "Shut up." he said in a bored tone. Tom mistook it and said "I know right first the damn crying and now the annoying as hiccups! What are you, a fucking mouse?!"  

I looked at him like if he was truly insane for the first time and- WHACK!, a quick sharp pain stung across my cheek. I sat stunned for a second realizing he back slapped me- he didn't seem pleased with my reaction, probably because I didn't cry out in pain or something because he raised his hand again. Ready for another slap I closed my eyes tight. "Get off me!" I opened my eyes just in time to see Tom snatch his hand out of Mitch's. Mitch's eye narrowed he looked angry- and I thought for once he was going to stand up for me. "Stop playing with our money Tom! She Isn't a doll your going to mark her." My mouth dropped open- what a dick! 

"So what, one more hit isn't going to hurt- she'll just be better disciplined." Tom raised his hand again. 

"I swear to god tom you hit her again- I'm out of this." Mitch said- and I couldn't believe my ears. 

"You cant leave Mitchie boy. You need this remember?" I looked up at Mitch to see his reaction but his face stood blank. "Exactly, I need this and your screwing with it- I might as well drop it if I'm not getting what I need." And Tom stood shut- he just kept his face turned towards the road. I looked at Mitch and visibly relaxed- though his face was still emotionless. I finally turned towards the road and realized we were approaching a big cabin- two floors, old rickety, wooden and a bit moldy. How did we get here? Damn I wasn't paying attention. Where are we? 

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