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I’m a pretty doll in an even prettier dollhouse. And he likes playing with his things.
“We both know this kid isn’t giving up until she has you in her grip. May as well come willingly, heathen.”
Scout settles his palm on the bad cat’s back and strokes his fingers through its wet fur. The purring grows louder. “The cat is fucking purring,” Scout says in a mocking tone. “Don’t be mad, little bro.”
These days, not much soothes or warms me. The cold darkness I’d been afraid would consume me when I was a child has slowly crept its way inside me as time wanes on. I’m barely able keep it out anymore. If it weren’t for the constant nearness of my brothers, it’d probably swallow me whole.
Irritation burns in my gut, this time, no longer toward her. Someone made her cry. I don’t know why that bothers me—a girl I’ve literally only just met—but it does.
“You’re not my boyfriend, Chevy.” “Yet.” I pull back and wink at her. “Not your boyfriend yet.”
Me: There’s something up with the dad. A real prick. The kid doesn’t like him. Sparrow: You think he hit Landry? Scout: Seems obvious to me.
Two different people. Kind of like Ford. I wonder how he turns it on and off because he was a completely different person this afternoon than at school.
No… he’s literally just two different people lol
“It’s just…It’s hard watching my little girl grow up into a woman. Seeing you with Ty Constantine—so happy and carefree—felt like you were being taken from me. You’ve always been mine. And now…”
That’s not creepy at all…
Sully grins at me, wide and victorious. “I kissed Landry.”
“You’re going to fuck her now, aren’t you?” Scout asks, a brow lifted in question. “Because it drives you crazy he’s kissed her. So competitive.” “Screw off.” I flip him off again. “I’m not going to fuck her. She’s a job.” Scout laughs and shrugs, seeing right through my words. I’m absolutely going to fuck her. Hopefully soon, too, so I can get this burning need out of my system. I will get her out of my system. I fucking better.
“What’s wrong with you, Ford? Why do you act like two different people? I don’t understand you.”
Someone should take Sparrow’s license away. “Jesus, Sparrow,” Sully barks from the backseat. “I’d like to arrive in one piece.”
I glance over at Sparrow who’s pissed as hell over the fact Sully kissed her. And I could bet money that Sully would be more than pissed if he knew Sparrow got her off over the phone. I wonder how angry they’ll be when they find out I’ve given Ty her number just to fuck with them.
He has a personality disorder. I know it. I can see it now.
It’s the only explanation. I read once about dissociative identity disorder. The different alters that live within one person and varying personality traits, but also medical conditions. It was a fascinating subject to read, but it’s not so fascinating when the villainous alter is watching you like you’re a snack he’s about to eat.
I prefer Laundry or honey over that stupid name.
Her taste is foreign to me. Sugar laced with something addictive, like heroin. A sweet shot of obsession.
Is he even for real? He’s sick. Suffering from a mental illness. And my idiotic self got swept up in the darkness that is Ford Mann. Because I’m apparently a magnet for monsters.
Dad: Pick up your phone. I know you’re not at school.
“She fucking came,” Sparrow growls. “And if you touch her—” “You’ll what?” I snap, throwing my arms in the air. “Tell her you’ve been lying to her? That you’re just one third of the person she likes? Didn’t think so.”
“Ford…” Sully. My name is Sully. Just once I’d like to hear it on your lips, honey.
“Do you have multiple personalities?” She’s dead fucking serious. I almost laugh. Almost. “What? No.”
They’re triplets. Terrible, terrifying triplets.
