Epilogue

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I never tried to escape. I continued living by Omar's rules. Jerry ended up finding love and moving out. I decided that I would continue playing life safely and trying to stay out of as much trouble as possible.

I spent my days looking out of the window, watching nature do what it does best. Work called my phone multiple times. Omar told me that I was on the news a few times for being a missing person. He decided to let me go back home and to work to let them now what happened.

I explained a story of where I was kidnapped and raped, but I played it safe and I was freed. The truth is, that's only part of the story. I actually fell in love. Omar knew how to treat me when I listened to him, so I always listened to him. Even if I didn't agree with something, If it's what Omar wanted, then it's what he got.

Emily called me psychotic for wanting to stay with Omar and saying that what we had wasn't true love and that I was sick. I forced myself into believing that what she said was false. Even though deep down I knew she was right.

People describe this as, Stockholm Syndrome. It's what I lived with. I didn't really care though. Omar was the only guy I knew that showed some kind of love and affection towards me, so I stayed with it.

Omar and I got married. We ended up having three beautiful children together. He never tried to hurt me again. He never once even raised his voice around our kids either. He turned out to be a very loving and caring father and husband.

I am overall happy with the way my story played out. I went from working my life away to being a mother and wife within a few years. My life changed for the better.


***This is not a true story! Thanks for reading! :)***

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