Still Doll

Chap (9)

"Julie, I can see through you like clear glass. Your lying... Why are you lying?" Regan sighed, pressing his fingers to his head and punching his eyes closed.

"I'm... I'm not!" I demanded fiercly, I'm not going to lose to him again, "It's what happened, Regan." I folded my arms and jolted my face up. His eyes suddenly went cold and his fists tightened.

"Never call me Regan!" He roared, but without continuing it looked like he was listening. I folded my arms around my body to feel more secure, "What's the matter?" I whispered. Without replying he turned and retreaded from my room, leaving the door wide open. I slowly stepped forward and peeked unsurely around the door at Regan, he seemed to be concentrating on something outside, I was praying and hoping in my head he wasn't looking for evidence outside.

A sudden knock on the door made both of us jump Regan cleared his throat and said in a fatherly figure voice, "Who's there?"

"Mr. Winston?" A voice replyed, "I'm here to have a word with you."

"Oh but of course, I'll let you in." Regan unlocked the door wide enough to allow my eyes to see. It seemed to be a social worker at the door. "Hello Mr. Winston, my name is Mr. Tron." The social worker held out a hand to lock around Regan.

"Mr. Tron? What an interesting middle name! Oh, er, come in." The social worker gazed around the big empty house, "That's perculiar."

"What is?" Regan looked upset, he was feeding back his anger by folding his arms and pinching his nails into his sides. Mr. Tron turned fully around, "Your house it's empty." Of course Regan was putting a puzzle together in his head to match what Mr. Tron was saying.

"Ah yes, there's only one room I keep fully furnished." The social worker put down his bag, "Would that be for your daughter? I heard she has a medical problem the poor thing." Regan loosened his shoulders in relief, the social worker didn't seem to be against him I thought.

"Yes, suffering all her life with that same problem. It's such a pity." he shooked his head, "My apologys for having nothing to offer here. My daughter is asleep in bed, she's had a long night. Would you care to sit down?" This meant I had to tip-toe fully into my room without making a sound, that won't stop me by listening though.

I heard the creak of the stair boards as they both balanced their weight, "I've never actually heard about this illness in my whole career of working, do you care to explain?"

"Of course, I like to call it the 'Anxiety Symptoms'. It's when she has a bad feeling something's going to happen to us or our family and she may have an imagination that it did."

"Tsk, the poor girl. Is she coping?" I heard the social worker click open his bag and scroll something on a piece of paper or form. "Yes," he sighed, "It's hard to focus on what I'm doing when I think about her startled face here."

How could I possibly make everyone believe I'm not the medical problemed physco?

An idea clicked into my head.

Regan and Mr. Tron looked back at me, Mr. Tron presented me with a smile while Regan presented a scold. "You must be Julie."

I fluttered my eyes, pretending to be confused and wondering where I was, "I... I am..."

"Are you alright Julie?" Regan gritted his teeth, trying to force a smile. I frowned at him, "Who are you?" Mr. Tron gived a curious gaze and turned to Regan. "Is she Okay?"

"Oh, she's only teasing." Regan grinned, "Do you need anything, sweetie?" I stepped back, "Who are you!"

"Juli-" Regan tried to reply but I continued. "What am I doing here! What do you want from me!" I started screaming. Mr. Tron got up and rubbed his hand across my shoulder in reassurence, "It's okay Julie. Your father and I need to have a word-"

"My... Father?" I looked back and forth toward them, "He's not my father!"

"That's enough Julie!" Regan stood up and raised his voice a little, "Go to your room. Now." Tears started to prick my eyes and my throat started to hurt, "That is not my room! My room is back in the main part of town, you stole me." Mr. Tron looked at me in amazement and turned around to 'master' again, "Is this true?" Regan clenched his fists and shook his head.

"Follow me." I considered to Mr. Tron. I lead him and Regan, into 'my' room and introduced him to the schedule, "This schedule," I started, "Was introduced to me a few weeks ago. Would you like to take a look? While your at it read the title."

Mr. Tron read the page down to the last full-stop he repeated it again, "'Performance Schedule'?"

I nodded, "As you can tell I do ballet for him. If I don't want to or trip or something he either beats me or rapes me." I nearly gagged at saying the last sentence.

"This is absurd!" Mr. Tron faced Regan, "Mr. Winston, you fed a pack of lies to your own community sherrif?" Regan tried to detail an answer but before he could I interrupted, "Yesterday... Regan killed his own son. I thank his son for trying to help me out of this shit-hole! I ran away to the police station but Regan caught up with me and told a completely knew story to the officer. Of course, bless her heart, she believed every clear word he said. Later that night I heard someone break in. I'll admit I was very frightened, the door opened and it presented Mitchel, Regan's son. He was torn apart from the attack his father gave him." Regan widened his eyes, now he knew what really happened, atleast he'll be locked up and he won't lay a finger on me.

"Mitchel begged me to find justice, for both of us." I tried to calm myself from wailing into tears, "I accepted his offer. He soon past away a few minutes later, I buried him peacefully in the garden. So I say Rest In Peace Mitchel Winston who witnessed his father's attacks and real job." I held my head high and pursed my hands on each hip.

Regan raised an eyebrow, "Prove it." I accepted the challenge, "Follow me, Regan, Mr. Tron." Regan looked in confusment as I pushed him aside and lead them to Mitchel's private grave.

"I dug this last night. This is where Mitchel is buried." I dusted off Mitchels grave, Mr. Tron had a new expression on his face, "Mr. Winston." He said firmly.

"Yes, Mr. Tron?" Regan tried to say bravely. "I shall inform the police in a short while. May I come into your home again?" Regan nodded and glared darkly at me. "You are in a heap of trouble when this is over."

"Yeah, Regan. It will be over but instead of me getting in trouble, you'll be." I scrunched my face up at him, glad that I kept my promise with Mitchel.

Regan disappeared for a while, leaving me and Mr. Tron to talk, "How long have you been facing this cruel man?"

"Long enough."I drummed my fingers against my knee. "Mr. Tron?"

"Yes Julie?"

"When the police get here, they are gonna sentence Regan for life sentence, won't they?" I whispered. "He will Julie. I know he will." Mr. Tron smiled at me in a reassuring way.

A loud shot made me cover my ears and squint my eyes shut. When I finally trusted the noise to be gone I looked back up at Mr.Tron, his eyes were dull and wide while his glasses dangled his nose, his mouth was in an 'O' form and when I hovered my eyes down to his stomach it had been replaced with a gigantic empty hole. I gathered myself to get up and scream, Regan was standing behind him with a rifle under his arm. He focused his eye through the lens and held it up facing it to my forehead.

"Don't move." Click.