Stockholm
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Stock·holm syn·drome
noun
feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.
I looked my mother dead in her eyes through the police car window. "I don't care about myself I don't care about anything. What he did to me is fucked up--it is but I love him. I fucking need him!"
"This is insane!" My mother screamed. "The only thing you need is home, Bella! at home!"
An untouched legal adult, Bella wanted nothing to do with home. Which was worse? Being abused by her mother's new hook-ups or the crazy man she deemed to love?
"Look at your face!" My mom cried as I dabbed the running blood from my top lip with my sleeve.
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