I thought something had happened to her.
Dad is drowning in the pool, blood oozing from his head.
The sound of gurgling nearly suffocates me. Dad is going to drown.
I don’t want him to drown.
He reaches his hand out and I extend my smaller one. The red water is pulling him under. The red water is taking him away.
“Dad…” My whisper is haunted, my small hand trembling along with my entire body.
His face contorts. Chaos. It’s coming back.
Just like it took me to the dark, it’s now taking him.
“Y-you’re a monster,” Dad gurgles on the water. “R-run, Cole.”
Then he’s gone.
Run, Cole.
Those were his last words to me. Not the ‘You’re a monster’ part. He wasn’t looking at me when he said those words.
He was looking behind me.
At the shadow I couldn’t possibly sense because I was shaking, watching Dad drown and not being able to do anything about it.
He was looking at Gav.
Or what’s written in the book as Gav.
Gav is my mother.
Silver is her doll.
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Doll Master
“Moonlight Sonata” echoes from the phone and I hum along with it as I wipe my doll’s hands.
It’s her favourite piano piece. It’s grown on me, and it makes me think of her.
She’s still out. Maybe I put too much propofol in the syringe this time?
Well, I missed.
I was a bit angry all night.
Everything that I’ve done to be close to my doll is slowly withering away. That bitch Cynthia has always been a sore thumb since high school. Her only saving grace is giving birth to my doll.
Now, she and Sebastian think she can take her away from me?
He said we should divorce. I should move out. I can’t see her anymore. I can’t cook for her, wash her, brush her hair, kiss her, watch her fuck my son.
I’m not jealous of Cole. He’s always been an uninteresting doll, but he’s the only one who can make her eyes roll back and her lips part with so much pleasure. So I let them have it their way.
Even if they lock me out sometimes.