Amber was taking too long, so I decided to go look for her. I knew her office was on the left, next to Margret's. The hallways in here are boring too. I remember spending most of my summer time in this place. I remember the day I first came here.
"DAD! PLEASE DON'T! I am sorry! Mom! Help me, please!" I scream these words out so loud that my throat is left feeling sore. I stop walking, that's when Dad takes my hand and pulls me. He was rough, but not abusive. I try to dig my feet firmly into the ground, but they won't let me. I start to sob. The tears sliding down my cheek taste salty and bitter and my nose is running. He keeps his grip firm and gently drags me into the building. Mom follows slowly behind, just in case I try to run. I try to open the door and leave, but it's already locked. How could they do this to me?The memory brings tears to my eyes. It stings. But they did it because they love me. I won't forgive them though. They could have just said that I was going to see a doctor, but instead they tricked me. It was a mistake that I won't forgive them for, at least not for a while.
This hall seems endless. Maybe because the white walls and the harsh lighting makes everything seem dull and sad. The heat is really getting to me now. I didn't drink or eat anything before we came. Big mistake. My mouth is dry and my tongue keeps searching for any sign of water in my mouth. Nothing. For a minute, I feel lightheaded.
Dark spots cloud my vision and my legs feel like noodles. I drop to the floor. Then everything goes blank.
I shake my head to push away the dark spots and pull myself together. I slowly stand up and start walking again. Once I reach the end of the hall, I turn left. Amber's is around the corner.
I like Amber, she is sweet. She is also very attractive. Like everyone else in this small town.
I am passing Margret's office when I hear an obnoxious giggle. I turn my head to face into her office. That's when I saw him, with her. My dad, with that no good, little sl*t.
His arms were wrapped around her waist like barbed wire. At least, I wish it was barbed wire. He kisses her, which freezes my mind. She giggles in her annoying tone and kisses him back. His eyes shift from her to the door. His expression changes, and his arms fall back at his sides. Margret whips her head with her perfect hair. I should scream and kick. I should shave her hair and cut off her precious lips. Dad can see that I am piecing everything together. All those late nights where Dad would have to go over to her place to fill out "paperwork."
"Marlee, this isn't what it looks like." He pleads.
I can't even look at him, so I turn and run out. I start to gag. The thought of him with her makes me sick to my stomach.
Everything goes black. I hear a voice call out.
"Marlee!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ahhh! So Daddy wasn't filling out paperwork. Wait until the next chapter. Will Mom find out? Please give me your feedback, you opinions will help my book be better :). Vote if you are enjoying it so far. My plans for this book involve a lot of shocking things. I think watch Doctor Who helps me with plot twists. Love ya all!
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