Stockholm Syndrome

"Thanks." I said, a little uneasy with his choice of words.
"So um... What am I gonna do about my house?" I asked him, trying to hold back my tears. "You don't have to do anything. You're staying here with me." He replied. For some reason, hearing that just made me even more uneasy. I mean, yeah, Niall seemed like a pretty decent guy, but I barely know him and now he just came into my life out of nowhere, telling me I'm going to be living with him. I have so many thoughts running through my head right now, I just want to go to sleep. Before I knew it, things started spinning and then it all went black.
"Mom!" I heard myself screaming. I was outside my burning home, and I don't mean the recent one, I mean my childhood home, 205 Sycamore Drive, Pittsburgh Pennsylvania. Gosh I missed that place. My dream suddenly over louded my thoughts and I found a vision of myself screaming, crying, and yelling at the fireman who was holding me. "I want my mom!" I screamed. "I'm sorry honey, your mommy isn't gonna be able to come back." a big man said to me, gazing down at me with odd interest. "Jerry," the one holding me said, "Get away. You're not doing this again." "Oh, the hell with you Manny. She won't know any better." The man Jerry said, picking me up out of the nice man, Manny's, arms. I started screaming and kicking him, but he simply carried me into the firepolice truck and drove off with me wailing the whole way. What he did to me when he took me into his house I can't even describe, but I can tell you, it was something that no eight-year-old should ever have to experience.

Niall's POV

After I told her she would be staying with me, I didn't get much of a reaction. She just got this dazed sort of look in her eyes, and mumbled something about Emma before she collapsed in my arms. I didn't really know what to do so I just layed her down on the bed and wrapped my arms around her. I know that probably sounds weird, but I just wanted to stay close to her. She was so restless, I felt so bad for her. Somehow, I feel like this is my fault. I just can't stand to see her like this. I've waited so long to get my hands on her and now she's in such a state I can barely do anything now that I have her. I remember the first day I laid eyes on her, it's just as vivid as yesterday,

I rounded the corner, heading to Harry's for our daily hang out. I bumped into someone, knocking their packages out of their hand. I looked up to be met with beautiful greeny eyes and soft, windblown brown hair. It was perfectly curled. The girl whom the features belonged to looked to be at least fifteen.
"I'm so sorry." She said, kneeling and quickly picking up her packages. I knelt down to help her, and noticed a stray tear slip down her cheek.
"You okay love?" I asked her.
"Fine. Thanks for your help." She snapped back, with slight bit of sarcasm in the last note.

I followed her home, wanting to know a bit about her. From that day on I made it a point to walk by her house every day.

Notes

Hey,
Sorry to anyone who was waiting (doubt there was anyone) I've been having a lot of trouble between family, school, and myself. Thanks to each and every one of you who wasted their valuable time to stop and read my pathetic story. I really appreciate you all!!!

xoxo ~Amanda