sexual. || Enoch O'Connor (completed)

f i v e

Fact: I can't say peculiarity. It's quite sad.

Trigger warning!! This chapter mentions suicide, if you are easily offended/triggered by this, do NOT read this chapter. I promise you the next chapter will make sense with out it :)

"Fuck!"

I stumble back as my eyes land on all the severed doll parts.

Enoch looks at me strangely and I scramble to get up the stairs, not caring that my hands are in excruciating pain.

"What are you doing?" He says and grabs my wrists.

"Please let me go!" I yell as tears start falling from my eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asks and furrows his eyebrows.

My breathing starts getting uneven and I feel my heart practically beating out of my chest. Enoch's face changes from 'what the fuck' to one of worry in .3 seconds.

He pulls me close to him and connects our lips quickly. My eyes widen but snap closed when I realize what he's doing. My heart slows down, and so does my breathing. I back away and Enoch's face flushes.

"I'm sorry." I whisper and look at my feet.

"That's all I could think to do...you were going to have a panic attack...weren't you?" He asks softly. I nod and look up into his dark eyes.

"I have pediophobia." I say and a confused look finds itself onto Enoch's face. "It's a fear of...of dolls." I say, slightly ashamed.

Enoch laughs a little and I punch his arm, wincing. "It's fine, they won't hurt you...unless I tell them to." He says and winks.

"Shut up, dick." I say. He laughs more and slightly shakes his head.

"Just, fix my hands." I say bitterly. He rolls his eyes and pulls me to a work bench.

"Sit down, weirdo." He says. I glare at him and sit in the chair, trying not to pass out because of the doll laying in front of me.

"This is terrible, and cruel I hope you know that." I say as he rummages around. He finds what he's looking for and I notice it's a small first aid kit.

He squats in front of me and takes my right hand, a little forcefully. "Ow! You little-"

"Shush up." He says and pulls out a tube of ointment and a gauze wrap. He applies the cold ointment to my hand and gently rubs it around with his fingers.

"What did you mean by 'they won't hurt you unless I tell them to'?" I ask. He chuckles a little as he wraps my hand.

"It's part of my peculiarity, I can make them come to life, that's what all the hearts are for, and I can make them do whatever I want." He explains like it's a simple thing.

"That's actually...kinda cool. I mean all I can do it burn my own hands." I say and laugh a little. He slightly smiles up at me before taking my other hand and doing the same as he did to the other.

"There. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to continue working." He says and motions to the doll. I nod and head for the stairs. I stop and turn around, watching as Enoch puts the first aid kit back.

"Enoch?" I say softly. He turns around. "Thank you." I say with a small smile. He nods and sits down.

"Oh and, I won't say anything about the..you know." I say before leaving.

"That took a whi- what happened to your hands?" Emma asks as I enter the room.

"Peculiarity malfunction." I say with a small laugh. She only nods and climbs into her bed.