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-Matthew-
I let out a sigh as I hung up the phone and began to carefully pour myself another glass of liquor. I had been finalizing business negotiations all day with barely any breaks so a drink was definitely what I need at the moment.
I took a sip of the cinnamon flavored whiskey and for a moment I rolled the liquid around in my mouth savoring its sweet yet bold taste. When I swallowed it a comfortable warmth pooled in my chest and stomach then spread out to the rest of my body.
I had just set my half empty glass down when there was a knock at my office door.
That must be Corina again, she's probably scared of the dolls and wants to sleep in my room again.
"Come in!" I calmed.
However, it wasn't Corina like I had assumed instead it was my mother who opened the door. I noticed that she was wearing her pajamas that she had stopped wearing since father passed away.
She entered the room and once inside she turned back to the door and I heard a click, signaling that she had locked the door.
"What is it, mother? What do you need?" I asked her immediately.
She smiled slightly at me before she spoke. "Well, Matthew I just want to help you," she told me as she approached my desk.
"After all, I don't want my big boy getting over worked," she whispered as she leaned toward me slightly.
Her hands went to the buttons on her shirt as she grinned.
Is she honestly trying to do what I think she's doing?
"How about we help each other out, Matthew. You tell me the password to your father's safe and I'll help you relieve stress in the only way a true woman can," she told me softly as she allowed her shirt to fall open and reveal her bare chest.
I looked away from her toward a painting of myself, father, and Corina. Of course, I knew what mother was talking about since I was his heir father taught me many things. He also entrusted not only me but Corina with the code that would open up the family safe.
Mother hardly spent any time with me or Corina. She was always shopping, drinking or away at some social event however when father drowned and died when he jumped into the ocean to save Corina, mother seemed to grow even more distant.
I glanced at her briefly as she began to ramble under her breath in a bunch of incoherent nonsense.
I could smell the alcohol on her from where I was sitting.
That explains a few things.
"Mother, first of all, please for the love of god cover yourself up! Secondly, I am your son, how could you suggest such a horrendous and horrific thing?! Finally how much liquor did you consume for you to think that this was a good idea?" I reprimanded her.
Mother frowned at first then she narrowed her eyes and glared at me while closing her shirt. "You're just like your sister, completely worthless," she spat out before leaving.
And for a few moments, I just sat there appalled and shocked at her behavior. I looked back at the painting of father.
Father, you've left me with two women while both drive me insane only one is trustworthy.
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The ToyMakers Volume 1
Horror(FEATURED STORY) We play with Toys, We love Toys, We kill with Toys, We are The ToyMakers. (THE AMAZING COVER WAS DONE BY MY FRIEND @Aaron_Ledgers)