"mommy Luca took my dolly!"The younger girl screamed as she watched her older brother dance around, the plastic doll held tightly in his hand.
"Luca is just playing, you have plenty of other toys" the mother scolded, putting down what she was doing in the kitchen and rushing of to her daughters room to break the two siblings apart. The mother of the brother and sister entered the room, an apron tied around her slim waist.
"Give Lea her doll back please Lucas" his mother warns before walking out, causing the small girl to huff.
Luca was was sitting on his sisters carpet, still waving the doll at the little girl, poking his tongue out boyishly. His thick brown hair was covering his eyes, soon being pushed out of the way so she could talk.
"say bye bye" he smiled devilishlyat the over at his sister, watching as her lip wobbled and her breathing came out in short pants.
Luca's hand wrapped around the dolls head, detaching it from the plastic body. This was his sisters favourite doll, and he knew that very well as she started screaming at him. "I hate you Luca! I hate you! I hate you!" His sister screamed watching her favourite dolls head roll and rest in front of her toes.
Luca threw the dolls body to the ground, walking out the room and away from his screaming and crying sister. He entered his room and sat on his bed, grabbing out is journal.
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My eyes were watery as I just stared, my mind blurring as to what was happening. I couldn't remember anything, not what I had done the night before or even what I was wearing, the only thing I was certain of is I definitely didn't know this man. He wasn't even a boy, he looked older, maybe three or four years a head of me.
I watch as the man leaves without a word and I get a good look around the room. It made me cringe. Everything was so over the top and not my style. To my disadvantage there were no windows in the room so I couldn't leave.
I wanted to get up, but I couldn't move my legs. My arms move as I try to grab something but there was nothing to grab except a pillow. I let out a frustrated cry. I didn't know what to do. I only now just realised what I was wearing. I had on a white singlet, ruffles hemmed along the knock and shoulder area. The shorts were the same design. They covered my knees, lace ruffles around the opens.
It was something you would wear under a fancy ball gown during the 1900's I thought. It didn't cross my mind until now that he would have undressed me, and it was horrifying. I could hear someone down the hallway, the floor creaking as I await the door to open.
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dolly in the basement
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