Stockholm Syndrome ✔

Chapter 1 - Wrong Turn

When his mother knocked on Harry's door, he knew immediately that he was in trouble.

"Open the door, Harold!" Anne said firmly. "If you don't open right now, I will kick it down. And you know I am not kidding."

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it", Harry said and opened the door.

His mother marched inside and Harry closed the door, sighing. Wow, his mother was really angry. Otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to drive to his flat. Harry didn't have time to move because Anne turned around and stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, face red and angry.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Anne hissed, staring at him.

Harry looked at his mother with surprised face because usually she doesn't swear. Like never. God, he was so screwed.

"If you're talking about my work-"

"That is exactly what I am talking about", she snarled. "What on Earth were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I should do what I want, you know? Working in a hospital isn't what I want. So I quit. Big deal."

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to get you that placement?"

"I do", said Harry. "But I didn't ask for it."

"I don't care, you shouldn't have quit that job!" She yelled and Harry started to get really angry too.

He wanted to live his life. That's why he had his own apartment. That's why he had quit his job. His mother had no right to come in his apartment and tell him how to live his life. And disturb his peace and his neighbours peace because Harry was pretty sure everyone in that building was already sleeping. Not long anymore, because his mother's voice rose with each word.

"You should care, you know!" Harry yelled back. "You should want me to be happy and let me live my life!"

"You're so young, you don't know what you're talking about or what you are doing! I'm just trying to help you, can't you see it? Why can't you see it?"

"By trying to control me all the time? You can't keep me locked up forever. I'm almost twenty, I know exactly what I want. I can take care of myself." Harry opened his door. "You should go, mother."

His mother shot daggers at Harry but marched out anyway, keeping her eyes away from Harry's. "Don't think this is over, we will talk about this when your sister and father gets back!" she yelled over her shoulder and then she was gone. Without another word.

Harry slammed the door shut, not giving a flying fuck about his neighbours, and pulled his hair, taking deep breaths. God, he hated to fight. Especially with his mother. But it was really hard to stay calm when she was acting like that.

His mother and stepfather were rich. Successful company, everybody knew their names. Influence and reputation. But Harry didn't want any of that. He didn't want to be a successful doctor nor go to study medicine. He had graduated from high school and decided to took a year off. That's when his mother decided that he should work in a hospital for a year before going to study medicine. But now Harry had blew up her plans. Note the 'her' there. Not Harry's plans. Her plans.

"I need air", Harry muttered to himself.

He took his jacket, put his shoes on and then walked out of his apartment, slamming the door shut again. He stumped out of the building, walking without destination. It was late and already getting dark. Harry didn't really care, he just wanted to clear his mind. Have a little break from everything.