Welcome To The Dollhouse ~Style fan fiction~ {Complete}

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When he's finished taking notes on the names, the cop looks back up at me. I'm trying to hold back tears at the thought of leaving Annie behind in that hell hole.
I grab a tissue from my nightstand and press them to my eyes, praying I don't cry in front of this guy.

He pats my knee awkwardly to try and comfort me.

"Were you close to Annie?" He asks gently.

"Sort of. She felt like a little sister to me," I feel kinda stupid admitting this to a stranger, "she got shot and I tried to carry her out of there but when we got caught and tied up she was taken from me. If you find her, please make sure you let me know. I want to arrange a funeral if her mother can't."

The cop nods and makes another note.

"So, the question everyone and their mother is wondering, where have you been all this time?"

"It sounds totally fake, but across the street."

"Huh?"

"The Marsh house. Underground," I explain, "in some place they call 'the dollhouse'. It's huge. There's still people there. You need to find them."

The cop clicks his pen and places it down on the desk on top of his notebook.
He excuses himself and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. I hear him talking to someone, presumably to someone on his walkie-talkie, and he tells them the address of Stan's house.

The cop walks back into the room and sits back down at the desk. He picks up his notebook and pen, but puts them away in his pocket.

"Heidi's story matches up to yours and since you've both been away for so long without meeting each other before you went missing, we're going to investigate the house across the street."

"The trap door is in the garage." I inform him before he leaves.

"Thanks, kid." The officer tips his hat slightly and leaves the room.

I go back downstairs and sit on the sofa beside Ike, not knowing what to do with myself.
I could go find my phone and text David or Scott, or I could go on my computer in my bedroom, but I don't want to leave my family just yet. It feels too weird to leave them, even if I'm only in my room.

"Holy crap, that was quick!" Ike jumps off the chair and runs to the window, where red and blue lights are flashing on the cop cars, "Jesus Christ, are they already making an arrest?"

"Ike! Language," mom scolds, joining him at the window, "oh my gosh, that's Sharon's husband. And her son? Wow, I never would've thought they had anything to do with it."

She gives me a quick glance before turning back to the window. She twitches the curtain open a little more and frowns.

"I think they're going to the garage. Were you in the garage the whole time?" She asks, horrified.

I nod, which makes her look even more horrified. I mean, I was basically under her nose the whole time.

There's a loud knock on the front door which makes all of us jump. The door is unlocked for the cops to come in and out, so the door swings open and seven people walk in.

Three of the people are police officers, but the other four are people from the dollhouse.
Wendy, Esther, Nichole and the girl I never learned the name of. She's the one in the indigo dress who bumped into me one time.

One of the officers is carrying Annie and another one is carrying Bebe.
Once again, I break down crying over her. I didn't even know her surname but I felt like she was a younger sibling.

"We found the body," the cop who questioned me gestures to her, "She was shoved in a closet upstairs."

I take the body from the officer and cry into her shoulder. If this was a fairytale, my tears would bring her back to life. If only this was a fairytale.

"We need to take her away for examination," the cop tells me, nodding at the officer to take her back, "unfortunately it may be several weeks until we can give you information, possibly even longer since you're not family and we'd have to contact her family."

"I understand." I wipe my tears away with my sleeve and take a deep breath to compose myself.

The cops leave and take the girls with them, presumably to take them back to their concerned parents.

Around half an hour later, my dad returns home. Since all of my family is now home, I decide to explain what happened to me in the dollhouse. They listen in silence and hang onto my every word, the perfect audience.

I leave out the part about having sex with Stan and instead tell them I took it when he took his jacket off. I think that story is a bit TMI to tell your parents and little brother.

When I'm finished, I realise Heidi has taken my hand and is squeezing it. I hadn't noticed so I guess I was just really in the story telling zone.

"I'm glad you're out of there. That place sounds super creepy." Ike gives me a quick hug.

"Me too." I smile.

But a part of me is not happy that I'm back. Part of me wants to be back there with Stan.