Melokuhle



The office was cold and uninviting, there were two single couches as if she tried to make it homely.

Zandi the therapist asked if I hated Melusi for kidnapping me and I have not answered and that was 4 minutes ago, she waited patiently like she had a lot of practice in this.

I took a deep breath and shook my head “I don’t.”

“Tell me, if it were up to you would you have left?”

I stopped fiddling with my fingers and looked at Zandi as she continued writing on her book “No.”

“And why is that.” She asked gently, coaxing me to say more.

“Because I’m in love with him.”

She looked up and gave me a sad smile “You know that’s not real love, right?”

“To me it is,” I said as I looked out the window, there was nothing to see except for the wall and trees. “I know that you believe that it is Stockholm syndrome but unless you feel what I feel you will never understand.” I said as I looked back at her “I’m in love with him.”

“Melokuhle, falling in love with your kidnapper is not normal it has never been normal.”

I sat back on the stiff couch and shook my head “Of course you will say that, that’s what your fancy degree had taught you right?” I drummed my fingers on the couch “I know what I feel is real.”