Stockholme Syndrome

Chapter 07

I close the door behind me and lock it. I shut all the windows and turn off the lights. Heading to my closet, I sit down and cross my legs. I remain there in the pitch black. The gunshots contine and I am very frightened. I wish my father was with me at this moment, holding me in his arms and protecting me. I shut my eyes in hope that everything will be over soon.
About 20 minutes later the house fall into silenece. I hear the door of my room opene. I'm frightened. It squels slowly. I hear footsteps. They get closer and closer by the second. All of a sudden the closet doors slide open.
I scream with all my might. When I feel some arms around me. A voice telling me that it's all okay. It was my father. I was so thankfull he was fine. I hug him back never wanting to let go. He calms me down and invites me to sit down on my bed.
He begins telling me the whole story. Who were the men. Why they were here. He says he owes money to some guys and apperantly they were very mad with him. They had warned him that they would do harm to what he loved most. That was me. I was frightened but he assured me nothing bad would happen to me. He gives me all the details, but all I could do was sit there with my dumb face of astonishment.
He explained to me how things would be a little different from now on. Bodyguards would go with me to school. I asked if I was going to school tommorrow and he said no. I insisted on going, after tonight I needed my friends more than ever. After trying to convinve for like 10 minutes, he finally agrees to me. But right afterschool I will have to come home. I agree.
Finishing our converation it's about to be 12 am. already. I should really be asleep. I ask my father if I can sleep in his room tonight. He says yes with a forced grin. We head to his bedroom with his arm around my shoulder. I wish he were to never let me go. I get comfortable in his bed and he lays beside me. Just like when I was little. The only thing missing would be my mom. How I wish I had her at these moments. My father hugs me and I sleep away the night in his arms.

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