Violet, The Perfect Doll

Chapter 2: Anonymous

I drive to our lovely home with Spencer, ready to finish up our project so I can finally come and take you home. It's been a long awaited six months. I just can't wait any longer, I need to be able to see that lonely freckle under your left breast whenever I please. I crave to wake up next to your short, wavy and untamed ginger locks, and bright emerald green eyes with that deep blue ring around the green staring back into my eyes every morning. I need to turn over to your barely noticeable freckles that sparkle across your button nose and rosy cheeks. I crave you, my doll, all of you. Most of the thirty-minute drive has been silent until I get snapped out of my daydreams of you at the sound of my friend's voice "Hey why are we building this place again?" Spencer questions me while turning down the radio. "It's for a documentary I'm filming for a project Spencer '' I'm quick to dismiss. He simply responds with a small nod. Shortly after we pulled into the abandoned old house that I had bought with the money I saved up since I was ten and put in my dear mother's name. "Okay so we just have to finish up the secret room and make sure the locks work '' I say as I get out of my pickup truck. Spencer cocks his head towards me with a confused look coming across his face, "wait why do the locks need to work if it's just for a film?" Spencer questions. "I want it to be as real as possible" I'm quick to reply, and Spencer gives another nod as he grabs his tools from the back of the pick-up truck. Spencer was easy to manipulate, he doesn't understand our love. That's okay though, no one understands we were made for each other. I follow him to the door; unlock the deadbolt and we head inside. Walking through the small darkly painted kitchen with a little sink, a petite stove locked tightly for your safety, and a fully stocked black fridge with all your favorite foods and drinks. Making our way through the hall passing the bathroom, through our bedroom and into your safe room, the room you will stay in when I must leave. "Okay the lock definitely works" Spencer pipes up trying to push open the locked door with no door handle. "Perfect" I say back with a smile across my lips, as I pull out my keys and unlock the double ended deadbolt. We walk into the small room to finish the fresh coat of paint and design your perfect room, painting the walls a mahogany brown. Your favorite color for a house.

About an hour passes by, by the time we are finished painting, I take a step back to admire our work. "It's perfect Spencer, now help me with the furniture" I compliment our work. He gives his usual nod and we start by bringing the dingy mattress I got from the thrift store into the room and putting it on the carpeted floor, making the bed with a black fitted sheet, and your black and white striped comforter that you had in high school. I throw one pillow in the middle of the perfectly made twin mattress "Get the bucket and put it in that corner, and then we can head back to campus." I order Spencer and he follows. We head out of the house, locking each door behind me and head back to campus, weaving through the wavy dirt road of the thick forest.

Spencer and I go our separate ways, as I need to come see you at the campus cafe. Where you and Madeline are every Saturday at ten in the morning. I can't help but keep my eyes fixated on you, as your perfect plump, peach colored lips graze the lid of your dark chocolate mocha frozen coffee. The cute little scar you have on the center of your bottom lip from a tragedy your father will pay for. That scar has to be one of my favorite details when you drink your coffee, as it brings a slight pink into the center of your lip as it spreads. I watch on from my table with my black hoodie up over my head, watching you laugh at something your best friend said, a laugh that echoes through my ears. Then your eyes land on mine. I watch you and Madeline stand up and head my way with your cups, taking the seats across from me. "What are you doing over here being all creepy?" You say as you pull my hood down and laugh. "You know just looking for some eye candy" I say through a chuckle. "You're disgusting" Madeline chuckles out, reaching across the table and giving my shoulder a small push. I let out a small belly laugh, and I lean back in my chair and cross my arms. Letting my eyes fall to your dainty pale hands, the right one has a small cigarette burn scar that your father gave you when you were only ten. "Well, I have to head to D&D club, maybe I'll see you guys later" I force a small smile on my face as I lie through my teeth, seeing that I have to go write your letter I must deliver tomorrow to let you know I will come for you at three o'clock sharp. "Whatever weirdo, see you later" you dismiss before I get up and walk to my dorm.