I've been on a hiatus for 5 whole weeks so I'll post the 5 chapters that were supposed to be posted throughout those 5 weeks.

Sorry for the delay guys 💔😖.

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Damaged people are dangerous.

They know they can survive.

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-Chapter 31--Jealousy is one hell of a drug-

My little toy fled from me—I couldn't contain my chuckle, damn it. Why did my dear mother have to ruin my fun? I was getting to the good part.

She was only showing them the damn album because she wanted me to halt whatever she thought I was doing to my toy.

Leo and Richard stood up and followed them to the living room, so I did the same.

Trying to look as interested as everyone else. But in reality, I didn't give two shits about the damn photos that she was about to show us.

Nancy comes down the stairs, with the big green book in her hands. A big phony smile was plastered on her face.

Already, getting into her persona. I never understand how people can't see the fakeness bouncing off of her. Were people dazzled that much by her innocent appearance and behavior? That they can't see the cracks on her porcelain mask that she wears every day without fail.

She quickly set the book on the table and sat herself down on the long couch. She wasted no time in opening the book. She starts showing them old pictures of herself and Richard. She goes on about her and Richard's little love story. How amazing it was and all the other rubbish she could make up to fit her narrative.

Yet, I got my eyes locked on my little prey, seeing every expression she displayed while listening and staring at the pictures.

In these few weeks of observing her. I learned that she has a habit of biting her lips when she feels intimidated or nervous. She keeps her curious eyes on the album, scanning through every single old picture, carefully not to miss anything that could slip under her keen eyes.

A little soft smile appears on her lips, catching me off guard. I frowned, not liking it. Every time she smiles at something, it irritates me to no end.

I glimpsed at the photo she was gazing at... with such a soft smile on her soft features. It was a photo of Richard.

Richard was in a fishing boat with a white fish in his hand, with a prideful smile on his face for catching a small fish.

"Dad, I didn't know. You could catch fish. "Her voice was so soft that I barely even heard her, over my mother talking. She looks up at her father with dazzling eyes, as if she is proud of him for succeeding in catching a small fish.

What the fuck? I can catch a bigger fish with my eyes closed. What is so good about that?

I'm beginning to feel irritated for some reason.

Leo taps me on the shoulder and whispers something only I could hear. "Bro... Your jealousy is showing, again. "

I raise an eyebrow at him. Ready to ask him what the hell he is talking about? Me... jealous. Did this bastard smoke something before he came downstairs? Or he is just messing with me again to get on my nerves.

Me… jealous… over the toy... No fucking way in hell.

But my dear mother just had to call him over, "Go get me the other book, Leo. "

He quickly goes up the stairs and disappears for a while. I glance back at everyone.

My little toy went back to looking for her 'dear father' in the photo album.

Nancy, on the other hand, never failed to keep everyone engaged in the conversation and everything under control—while keeping a close eye on me. Of course.

What is she scared of? That I would fuck my little toy in front of them. That isn't a bad idea though.

Or that I'll mess up her perfect family image in front of Richard and the two visitors?

Sarah and Leo's girlfriend Melissa keep talking to my mother, trying to get on my mother's good side.

They are doing that for nothing, in the end. They are only temporary toys until Leo and I get tired of them and find a new one to mess with.

I found my new toy, already. And she's sitting right there with those big brown doe eyes glued to the album. It almost frustrates me that... she hasn't even looked at me once in the last twenty minutes that we have been in the living room.

If only I could grab her and bend her over at the table and have my dirty way with her. Hear her scream my name in pain and pleasure. It would make my whole day. No... fuck that. It would make my whole year.

And as if my little toy could hear my evil thoughts about her. She looks up at me. I don't know why, but something about those dark eyes got me feeling in some type of weird way, inside.

It's like I want to hurt her, toy with her, make her cry, and make her moan in pleasure as I have my way with her. Make her my little slut.

Oh... if only we were alone right now? The thing I would do to you, my little toy. A smile creeps up my face as my eyes slowly trailed down her body and back to those brown eyes of hers, again.

As if she could hear my dirty thoughts about her, she blushes and looks down at the damn album again, cutting our eye contact. A feeling of annoyance bubbled up in my chest again when she went back into ignoring my presence altogether.

Heavy footsteps came down the stairs. Leo reappears with a smaller album book in his hand. He quickly passed it to Nancy without saying a word.

Leo stands next to me and asks " What's with that smile? What happened when I was gone? "

"None of your damn business. " I glared at Leo. Leo glared right back at me not liking my harsh response.

But he caught on really quickly when he looked at our toy. Who right now had this light pink tint decorating her cheeks as she tried very hard to ignore me.

Nancy opened the second album book and all the pictures were of Leo and me. From when we were seven or eight, until now. For some reason, Richard liked to take pictures of us. He always asked Nancy why she never had a picture of Leo and me.

She came up with a bullshit story, that she lost it when we moved the second time. And that she never got a chance to recover those precious photos again.

And Richard brought that stupid lie without question. He was so stupid that I'm surprised that he has the profession that he has.

" Now that I notice. Why is there no picture of her in here? Is she adopted? "Leo's idiot girlfriend asks, making a small frown grow on my face.

I look at my toy. She frowns a little as her eyes grow dreadful, she doesn't say anything, as she nervously bites her lower lip. Her hands were clutching together as she tried to stop them from slightly shaking so much.

All I wanted to do was go to the kitchen, grab the sharpest knife in the cabinet that I could find. And slice this damn blondie throat from ear to ear. And just see the red liquid gushing out of her open slit throat and onto the spotless clean floor.

Only, I can hurt my toy. Only I could make her cry.

"No... " Nancy quickly says. As a look of surprise overtook her features, surprised that Melissa even asked a question that she hasn't got a prepared answer for.

"Then why isn't she in any of the photos?" This bitch didn't know when to shut the fuck up. Does she really want to be stabbed that badly?

"It's none of your damn fucking business." Leo burst out, his voice stern and deadly. The blondie and Sarah flinch to his cold tone.

Shit, even Richard got shocked hearing Leo talk like that for the first time. He usually only witnesses his passive state, he never really saw this side of him.

"Leon, watch your mouth, "Nancy warned, trying to fix the thick tension brewing in the air. It seems like someone is losing control. How fun.

"She's not in any of the album photos because —"She begins to explain but Richard cuts her off clean.

"Because she was with her mother for all those years. She wanted to stay with her... '' Richard interrupted Nancy. He grabs my little toy shoulders and continues "but now her mother is dead. "

"Oh..." the girls said in unison as they eyed Emma.

"And that's why she's here now with us. Right, Emma? "Emma nods, not messing a beat to her father's lies. She places a hand on top of his and squeezes it lightly, like if she is thanking him somehow for helping her in this situation.

A frown makes its way to my face, again. I just didn't like it when someone touches what's mine. Nancy shut the photo album book, and stood up quickly saying "Storytime is over" She looked at the clock and quietly said, "It's time for all of you to go to school."

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Please ignore any bad grammar, for now, I'll fix that in the future.

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