Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 11

Sarah's P.O.V

I gasp, and my body starts to shake. My eyes are shut tight and I hear a body drop to the floor. I'm afraid that if I open my eyes, I will see Harry lying on the floor dead in his own cold blood.

"Hey baby. It's over now." I hear. Harry?

"Harry!" I open my eyes, and jump into his arms.

"I was so scared, Harry!" I cry into his chest.

"It's okay, baby, it's over now." He rubs my back.

I soon see the gun on the floor.

"Y-You shot him?" I ask.

"Yeah." He says, pulling away.

"Thanks for protecting me." I smile.

"Anything for my baby girl."

Harry's P.O.V

Sarah's head was on my lap and she was sleeping peacefully. I lightly run my fingers through her soft brown hair, and I smile to myself. The tv show that I was watching is cancelled by breaking news. The man says:

"The parents of Sarah Eaton have been brutally murdered in their home this evening. Sarah Eaton is still missing and has been missing for exactly a month now, but the community is doing all that they can to find the sixteen-year-old and bring her home safely. More details at 6."

And then it's over.

Sarah's P.O.V

I wake up, and Harry isn't cuddling with me anymore. I frown, and get up, going upstairs to see Harry pacing back in fourth in our bedroom.

"Harry?" I whisper. Harry stops and looks at me for awhile. He was starting to scare me.

"Sarah, I-I need to talk to you." He whispers.

"Okay, what's wrong?" I ask. I walk over to the bed, and sit down. Harry sits down as well, making the bed dip.

"Uh, I don't know how you're going to take this but.." Harry trails off.

"But what? Harry you're scaring me!" I say.

"I-I'm not trying to, but Sarah what I've been meaning to tell you is that you're parents are dead." Harry whispers.

"Y-You're joking, right?" It's starting to get hard to breathe.

"I wish I was, but I'm not." Harry says lowly.

"W-What? H-How?" Tears form in my eyes.

"They were killed.." Harry whispers, I gasp.

"By who?" I cry.

"They don't know yet." Harry shrugs.

I soon start to cry more, and then crying soon turns into loud wails.

"Why is this happening to me?!" I cry.

"Ssh, it's okay." Harry pulls me into a hug, rubbing my back. But really, it wasn't.

Harry's P.O.V

Sarah had finally fallen asleep, well, cried herself to sleep. I felt so bad because I know one of Zayn's workers did this, so basically it's all my fault. Poor girl is now an orphan. Her grandparents live in Florida, leaving her alone in London. I don't know where her other family members are, but I'm sure they don't want anything to do with her because Sarah told me that most of her family never really liked her.

"Harry?" Sarah whispers. Her eyes are bloodshot.

"Ssh ssh, just go back to sleep baby girl." I murmur.

Sarah nods, and cuddles up to me. I wrap my arm around her.

"I love you, Harry." She whispers.

"I love you, too, baby girl. Everything's going to be okay. I promise."

~The next morning~

I wake up, but Sarah isn't in bed with me anymore. I get up, and I soon hear soft cries coming from the bathroom. I walk closer to the door, and the cries become more clear.

"Sarah?" I knock on the door.

"Go away!" She sniffs.

"Babe please let me in." I say.

"No!" She cries.

"Sarah if you don't let me in right now, I'll knock this door down." I say.

"F-Fine." She whispers.

I hear her tiny body get up from what sounds like the bathroom floor, and I hear her unlock the door. Sarah opens it a tiny bit, and I open the door and walk in to see a bloody Sarah on the floor.

"Baby no!" I say, picking her up in my arms.

I throw the knife across the bathroom, and hold her tightly in my arms.

"I-I'm so sorry, Harry." Sarah cries.

"Ssh, it's okay baby." I rub her back.

Sarah's cries fill the room, and the blood from her wrists were smearing all over my shirt as I hold my broken baby girl....