Stockholm Syndrome *One Direction Fanfic*

Chapter 2

"Name?" A policeman asked me.

"Annabeth, sir," I answered slowly, staring off into nothingness. Lights flashed in every direction, police cruisers and policeman alike swarming town's square. The cops arrived about six minutes after Abigail made the call.

"Did you see anything unusual when you got here?" He asked.

Yeah, I thought, try a dead body. "Well I saw a- I saw someone in the alley I think as we turned onto North Ave. running in the opposite direction."

"Male or female?" He asked again.

"Male, I think. . ."

The policeman nodded, jotting down notes on a notepad. "Do you have any other discription of this man you witnessed fleeing the premises before you got th-"

"I couldn't see very well because it was getting dark." I cut him off. I just wanted to go home and forget everything I seen, though I knew there was no way of doing that. It was as if the image of the girl's listless body was engraved in my mind.

The policeman nodded again jotting down the last few notes before adding, "Thank you for you time," then leaving.

I sat on the cold dark bench waiting for Abigail. No doubt she was giving the cops an elaborate description of our five minute incident. I sighed and leaned back on the bench trying to get comfortable. It was now pitch black and the wind was starting to pick up, making snow pelt my face. We've been here for hours and I've already talked to six different cops, each time repeating the horrifying nightmare that occurred just hours beforehand.

As I sat there on the bench, absorbed in my thoughts, something suddenly caught my eye. It was a movement off to the left beyond the flashing lights. I turned my head and squinted, trying to see what I couldn't. Nothing, only darkness. It was probably just a trick of the light.

But then, there I saw it again. I whipped my head to the left and tried to focus hard. I could have sworn I saw another shadow, mixed in with the shadows of the night. It looked. . . almost human.

"Annabeth, are you ready to go home?" I was snapped back to reality as Abigail walked up to me, a deputy following behind her.

"Yeah," I answered stiffly.

"I will drive you both to your home. . . Considering you don't have a, errm- faster way of transportation." He said, knowing we were walking home, and probably didn't want us walking home alone at ten o'clock at night. "Come on, my car's this way." He said,motioning us to a cruiser parked in the square.

We followed behind him a few yards before climbing into the cab of his car. He was probably around our age, probably doing volunteer work for the department. He had longish brown sleek hair and blue eyes. Kind of handsome. . .

I smiled to myself. It doesn't matter who I think is handsome or not, they'll never notice me. I gazed out the window silently for awhile. Then a sudden curiosity hit me.

"How did she- what was the cause of death?" I asked quietly, still looking out the window into the night. I knew I shouldn't have asked, but I felt like I needed to know.

The cop looked at me skeptically through the rear view mirror. Then his face softened a bit. He looked back to the road. "We don't know quite yet. . ."

I nodded my head. Abigail was looking down at her hands fidgeting with something. I looked back out my window.

"Here we are," the man said, pulling into our drive. We heard the doors click signaling they were unlocked.

Abi and I got out of the cruiser and started up to the house before I turned around. "Thank you for the ride-"

"Chris," the cop answered.

I smiled. "Chris."

That night, after a long conversation with my mom and dad, Abigail and I said goodnight and went to bed. For a while, I stayed awake in bed thinking about. . . Well pretty much everything. Finally I got out of bed to snatch a Benadryl to help me rest. When I walked back into my room, I noticed Abigail was awake, too.

"Can't sleep?" I asked.

She replied by shaking her head. " I just can't help thinking, I mean, what if that was us?"

I frowned. "It's okay, we're fine now. Safe."

She shook her head again. "What if the person who did that saw us? I mean would we end up like that girl in the alley?"

"No one can get us. Safe, remember?"

This time, just layer there staring at the ceiling. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Her voice dropped to a low whisper. "I'm not ready to die."

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A few months passed slowly by. No word from the police, only a couple brief visits. Months passed some more, still no word. Almost a whole year passed since the day we found victim, Grace Collins (the police informed us her name).

It was October 11, 2014, when something happened that was far from usual. Abigail and I scheduled a girl date for just her and I. We do these a lot, so nothing unusual there. Abi said she would wait for me in the car. I went and through on some casual clothes and headed down stairs and out the front door. Abigail was waiting in the car as she said, but when I got into the car, I noticed her reading something on her phone. She was frowning.

"What's that?" I asked clicking my seatbelt in place.

She hesitated before answering, "Oh, nothing,"

I didn't buy it. It was probably some guy asking if she was free Friday night.

"Ready?" She asked cheerfully, shutting off her phone and slipping into her purse.

"When you are," I said back.

It took us about ten minutes to get to Cherry Creek Cafe. We come here a lot on these girl dates. We ordered our beverages and found a seat. We talked for a while, about boys and school mostly. She had a new boyfriend, Luke. He seemed nice and charming, and most importantly he made Abigail happy. She's gone through many relationships but this one seemed pretty solid so far.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed, signaling she had a text message. She turned on her phone and opened the text. She rolled her eyes and turned off her phone again. "Sorry, what were you say-"

Buzz.

She sighed and picked her phone. Her eyes widened and when she looked up again her face was ashen. "We need to go," she picked up her purse and started towards the door.

"Abi, what's the-" she froze and looked at me cutting me off. "Right, let's go."

We walked to the car and got in. "Buckle up," she said. Every time we got in the car she said this, only this time she wasn't cheerful.

For about a week this went on. Abigail rarely left her room and she always looked exhausted and worn out. A few times I woke up to her crying. Then one day she didn't show up for school. I have to admit, I was a little worried. Third period rolled around when we got the call. I was summoned to the principals office. Waiting there was a familiar cop.

"Chris," I said happily.

"Annabeth, I came here to pick you up. We need to leave." He said grabbing a slip of paper from the secretary.

"Why, what's wrong?" I asked.

His face grew sad. His next words hit me like a pile of bricks.

"It's your sister. She's . . . Gone"

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