"open wide."
i did, watching her eyes inspect me.
daddy gripping the chair worriedly till his knuckles turned white at the way she's touching me.
"your son is very badly sick."
daddy would call me his son to make it seem less suspicious.
"with what! can it be cured or not?!"
"it can.. but his heart isn't beating correctly and needs proper treatment in a hospital or needs a lot of pills."
"you know i can't do that, doctor. just give me all the meds you can."
she sighed, looking at me fondly.
"unless you want him to suffer for months until he's dead, i'd suggest the hospital instead of pills. he's a very precious boy. still gotta whole life ahead of him."
i looked down sadly at my feet dangling off.
daddy can't do that.
he'll be taken away forever.
"thank you for coming, we'll talk about this more. just give me a minute."
he leaned down to whisper into my ear, instantly sending chills against my skin...
"troye why don't you go play with jacob for me till i get done talking to this doctor."
i only nodded, hopping off.
by talking, he usually means using her.
i know a lot more than you think, daddy.
but you still don't care.
