Chapter 9: He's back, kind of???

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                          Wendy's POV

Wendy: STAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Stan: Oh Wendy, how would I not find you? I love you, you know.

Wendy: NO YOU DON'T! YOU LOVE THE IDEA OF ME!

Stan: Wendy. When you calm down we are going to talk about this.

Wendy: NO WE WON'T!

Stan holds a gun.

Stan: Yes. We. Will.

Wendy: OMG STAN DON'T HURT ME PLEASE!

Stan: Follow me.

I follow Stan and we go to "his" couch. I don't even know who owns this house.

Stan: Wendy, I love you. Never question that again EVER.

Wendy: Ok. I am sorry Stan.

I start crying. I can't believe this. Omg. I did what I thought I would never have to do again. I am catering to Stan's bullshit.

Stan: Wendy dear, oh don't cry my love. You know that you love me and you think it is wrong. Oh darling, come here! 

Stan starts hugging me. Then kissing me. I feel like a pillow just sitting there doing nothing.

Stan: Wendy.

Wendy: Yes...?

Stan: You know one of the many reasons why i fell in love with you?

Wendy: Why?

Stan: Cause you were kind, yet still smart <3

Wendy: Thank you.

Stan: So now, you need to be smart. You know I have your life in my hands. And I will use it to my advantage. Though I love you, you really messed up.

Wendy: I'm sorry Stan. I really am. I'm sorry I didn't realize how much I loved you.

Stan: There you go, now your being smart.

Wendy: What???

Stan: Wendy. I know you don't love me. I have always known. But I didn't care, and I still don't. I put my all into you Wendy, and I would like if you could at least..

Then all of a sudden, Stan starts crying??? What the hell????

Stan: UGH I WANTED YOU TO PRETEND YOU LOVED ME!

Wendy: Stan!

I didn't know what to say so I just hugged him. I hugged him for a long time and he started hugging me back too.

Stan: Wendy?

Wendy: Yes Stan?

Stan: I don't hate you. I don't deserve you. You deserve better. So please, go call the police. Go turn me in. I won't hurt you. Just please go do it.

Wendy: Uhh I...

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