aid, looking

e quickly removed his hand a

firmly. They continued to look at

you're talking about," the bl

her, turning my back to

king at him, who looked at me

e answered in a coarse tone.

estioned as if the two of us

Do you know her, by any chance? Who is she? What does she want? - She

tly confused. I definitely didn't know he had someone. I

. I had never seen that angry face of Luck's, not even the d

ng. The hatred. - Just an advisor to my father's campaign. Why don't you go ahead and pay while we're

ng quickly in front of me until he entered an alley next to Starbucks and g

What is your problem? Do I

The way he was pressing me and holdi

ed to rest my fingers on his hand and pull it away from me. He let go

Then he ran his hand t

ancée over there! - He looked

ation night... - I said, still

nt? To be special? An engagement ring? Please, girl, I don't even know you! Stay away f

side. How could he treat me like this, assault me? He was noth

he fuck away from me. Ge

ad, looking anywhe

ut into the street. I didn't go back to Starbucks, much less call Matthew t

I gave him my virginity, my first kiss. How could he do that to me? Hurt me like that? I turned off my cell phone, not wanting any questions about what had happened. My mother

go to the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I looked terrible, pale, eyes puffy, nose still red and the worst, my neck was marked. Clearly handprints. That made my eyes fill with te

e the most was that, differently from what I had imagined, Stockholm syndrome was not only a characteristic of kidnapped people. A few years ago a new line of studies characterized the Stockh

a mental illness or disorder in the usual sense of the word. It is rather a variant of psychological

sical or me

ars that wanted to come down, but I simply couldn't give in, bec

startled me. It was probably

ered. I put on a turtlen

an and Alice, who came i

commented, looking me up and d

cole? You disappeared withou

ing very well. I th

ve the flu. If you want, we