Your Knife My Back, My Gun Your Head

He walked out the front door to find 5 police cars. It was cops surrounding him. They screamed at him “COME TO THE CAR WITH YOUR ARMS RAISED HIGH!” He did as they said. Hah, they’re never gonna get him. He was pushed to the car and they body searched him. “I still don’t have any kind of weapons Bob…” he tried to keep his voice dull.
“Shut up Gerard!” the cop almost sounded scared. Haha, poor Bob. He stood up and looked at Bob and another cop standing next to him. On the other side of him there were several cops having guns pointed at him. “What happened this time..?” he knew exactly what happened, but why show them that?
“A girl found killed, in a straight jacket, neck sliced. A lot of blood. But anyways, your DNA was found on her lips and your fingerprints on her several places on her.” Bob looked pretty scared as his fellow cop friends said that.
He raised an eyebrow at the cops. “What mad man would do that to a girl? And my DNA? I doubt it, I haven’t touched another girl than my Lena.” He looked down at his hands remembering he just killed Lena. He had to fight himself not to smile. But of course a small smile spread across his lips. “What’s the mad man smiling about!?” he looked at the female cop saying that. “Y-yeah, what are you smiling at Gerard?” bob said. He looked at Bob then the woman before he spoke. “oh, I was just thinking about my lovely Lena, she and I had a wonderful night last night before she left for her mother’s!” he knew they couldn’t see he was lying. The female cop was glaring at him, and he glared back. He looked fast at bob red as a tomato.
He looked at the woman. “Can I go back to my home now? I need to get Wendy… we are going to the store.” “Wendy? Who is Wendy? Your next victim!?” the woman barked. “No, Wendy is my patient. And I think she is ready to come out of her room and the house.” She raised an eyebrow at him. Ugh, women, how could they even be cops?
“Gerard I-is a Psychologist. T-this is his personal Asylum, he treat young adults.” He was surprised bob had spoken up, he sure wasn’t that kind of man! But anyway, yes he had told the police he had an Asylum and a Psychologist degree. He had even showed them. And they had trusted him. Morons.
“Oh, no Mr. Way you need to come with us to the station… You are under arrest for murder!”
Then the woman handcuffed him and pushed him into a car while telling him his rights.Wendy’s POV
Gerard hadn’t been here in days it seemed. Or at least hours. She was starving! She walks to the door and try to open it. Locked. She kicked it and hit it as she heard a male voice saying something she couldn’t hear. She screamed


“I NEVER TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU!!”

Notes

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