Your Knife My Back, My Gun Your Head

Wendy’s POV
She screamed as loud as she could, she could not just leave him stabbed on the floor! “COMMON WENDY! WE HAVE TO GO!!” Nora shouted at her as she tried to drag her out of the room.“NO!! WE CANNOT JUST LEAVE HIM HERE!!” “WE CAN CALL THE COPS! JUST WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOOOOW!!!” Nora’s shouts made her get goose bumps. They were so light though her normally dark voice. Nora dragged her as hard as she could closer the door, she could feel herself letting in. She watched his almost dead body as she was dragged out of the room and down the hallway.
As Nora had managed to drag her outside she saw her pull out a mobile. “Where did you get that from?” she said pointing at the mobile.Nora ignored her and dialed a short number.*
The cops and medics had taken out every single girl and taken Gerard to the hospital. They had even found several bodies. She herself was sitting in a car with a cup of hot coffee and a blanket around her. She couldn’t help but thinking about him, she sure did love him. She knew he had been doing horrible stuff to her but she couldn’t help but feeling sorry for him.
Nora was talking to some police men at the moment. She knew exactly what she were talking about, she told them that he was a horrible person and what he had did to them in there.
Later tonight she herself was going back to her family. She didn’t quite remember them. Her memory was all fuzzy.
*later that night*
She walked arm in arm with a police man up a driveway. She looked at the big house in front of her. She felt a tiny part of herself wanting to go in, but the rest just wanted to go back to his house.
As they walked closer the door swung open and a woman ran to her. The police man let her go and the woman hugged her, she was crying. “Oh my god! Joanna! God! I’ve missed you so much baby girl!” the woman cried.Joanna? No? Her name was Wendy. She just let the woman hugging her and crying. Whoever she was.
After some long minutes of this woman crying she brought Wendy into the house and made her sit down at a chair. The room soon filled with people that were happy seeing her. A boy, Billy? Whatever, Billy was sitting really close to her having his hand on her thigh all the time. She did NOT like that!
She drank some of her tea and pushed his hand off her thigh. After some seconds it was there again. She glared at him. “What?” he said like it was the most normal thing to have his hand on her thigh. “Stop doing that!” she shouted in his face and everyone went quiet, probably surprised she finally spoke. “Doing what? You used to love me holding your thigh!” he looked like she just had kicked a puppy. “I don’t even recognize you! And I don’t want any other man than Gerard to touch me like that!!” Everyone gasped at her words. She pushed his hand off her thigh and ran upstairs. She may not remember the house but she knew where to run.
She ran into what she remembered being her room. It was cleaned and the sheets were new. It even was a rose and a note at her pillow.
‘HOME SWEET HOME’

Notes

helllooooo, so this is kind of a filler. But now you get to know what Stockholm Syndrome is ^.^

sorry if the grammar suck and if anything is mispelled!
Next time is Gerards POV <3

xoxo ~FaboulousKilljoy