His Toy (Book #1)

Shattered Pieces of the Past

After about an hour or two of sitting on the bathroom floor and crying my heart out, I stood up and walked over to the shower. I turned the water on, as hot as it would go, and then started undressing.

Maria, Ruth and Jackson came up to my room to try and coax me out of the bathroom to eat; but I wouldn't acknowledge them. I didn't want to eat. I didn't want to do anything.

All they had for me was sympathy.

I don't need sympathy.

I'm not some porcelain doll from china that shatters if you drop her.

Yes, I'm broken, but I will mend eventually. I won't let it show physically.

If I let it show, then he will have won.

I stepped into the shower, and flinched as the boiling water hit my cool skin. Slowly, I eased into the water fully, letting in pelt my skin and run down my arms, over each and every scar I've ever had.

My hair was completely wet in a matter of minutes, but I didn't move to wash my hair or body. I just stood there with my face tilted up into the water pouring down.

I wonder if I could just end this here and now.

No one will miss me.

No one truly cares if the Master's play toy is gone, he can just get a new one.

But what about Jackson...?

He likes me.

But do I like him enough to risk everything for him?

I could lose him.

I don't want to hurt him.

But leaving would hurt him.

Wouldn't it be for the best though? If you leave, then he won't have the temptation of you to draw him in.

But he'll still lose me.

He'll get over the loss in time, but how do you think he would take getting fired because of you? This could be the only way he is able to survive.

Would he really get over me if I just ended everything?

Suddenly I couldn't breathe.

My eyes flew open and my lips parted.

I gasped for air but not even a single wisp filled my restricted lungs.

My legs became weak, and I fell.

The back of my head hit something hard, and the edges of my eyes became dark and hazy.

I could hear someone yelling somewhere in the distance, but it seemed so faded...

I barely felt something soft fall over my bare skin, and then something firm wrapped around the back of my shoulders and under my legs.

I felt myself being lifted for a split second before I felt absolutely nothing.

Everything went black, and it felt like I was floating in mid-air, with nothing around to grab onto.

Letting go would be easy now...

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~14 years earlier~

"Daddy! You're home!" I yelled as I ran up to my father, who had just walked through the front door of our house.

"Hey pumpkin!" he said, and set his things down, then turned back to me and held his arms out.

I jumped into his arms and he scooped me up, throwing me lightly into the air.

I giggle with delight.

"Hello darling." I heard my mother's voice from behind.

My father put me down and walked over to my mother. He kissed her gingerly on my cheek and wrapped her up in a hug.

"I was thinking we could go out for supper." My father said.

I looked at him with wide eyes. We almost never went out to eat. There must be a special occasion.

"Why are we going out to eat?" I asked.

Both of my parents looked at me in confusion.

"Did you forget your own birthday?" my mother asked me.

My eyes widened. It was my birthday, wasn't it?

"Yay! Food!" both of my parents looked at me with an amused look in their eyes.

I pulled on a coat and shoes, and then we walked out the door to go eat.

We got in the car and my dad pulled out of the driveway as soon as we were buckled up.

"Happy sixth birthday sweetie!" my mom said and turned around in her seat.

She handed me a box wrapped in pretty silver paper and a shiny black bow.

I pulled the bow off and unwrapped the box. When I opened in, I found a silver bracelet with little pendants hanging from it. I slipped it on, even though it was too big for my six year old wrist.

It was beautiful.

Then something happened.

"Watch out!" my mother screamed.

Then suddenly, there was a crash.

All I could see was metal pieces and glass flying everywhere.

There was a ringing in my ears and I couldn't see anything.

Faintly in the background, I could hear the sirens of an ambulance.

Both my mother and father died in that car crash. Everything was taken from me that day, except for my bracelet.

One of my mother's friends took me into her care.

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Since I was six when the incident happened, I don't really remember anything about my real mother. I just know her friend as the women who raised me. She was my mother.

Every once in a while, I wonder what would I have turned out if I had been raised by my actual parents.

I will never know, because the pieces of my past have shattered into a million pieces that I can't every put back together.

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