The Dollhouse

Part 12

Chapter 12

"It's too late..." Thorn tells me.

What Thorn is addressing is someone running to the office at that moment out of the gymnasium. We'd just heard that Kordell had paid someone on the other team to hurt Adonis. I didn't know Kordell could sink this low. Truthfully I should have though. It all made sense. I'd blamed Candice this whole time for the backstabbing but that wasn't the case. Kordell was changing to. He was becoming...plastic.

"Adonis!" I'm screaming out.

My heart is racing. Sweat beads are accumulating everywhere. I'm sweating in parts of me that I didn't know existed.

"Calm down, you're not helping," Thorn tells me.

He tries to grab me. He tries to keep me calm. I wasn't Thorn though. I wasn't this calculating, unemotional person who planned and hid my feelings.

Something was wrong. I can tell when I get to the gymnasium and run out onto the floor. My eyes are jetting everywhere looking for Adonis. They are panicking. Something has happened and my heart is racing wondering what happened to Adonis. At this moment one thing is completely clear.

Something had gone completely wrong. I can see it on the face of the teachers. I can see it on the face of the crowd when I push my way through to get to him.

That's when I see him!

"ARGH!"

Adonis is rolling around in pain. It must have happened during warm-ups on half-time. I was too late to stop it. I was too late to stop any of it.

I turn to my right when I see Kordell. He's sitting on the bench. He has this smile on his face. He's proud of himself. I never felt so sick to my stomach. I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't tell anyone. I was in the same sick plot that Kordell was part of. I wouldn't be able to prove it even if I did want to go to the Principal or better yet law enforcement. So I have no choice but to sit there and look at him. I have no choice but just to take his grin as I hear Adonis on the floor squirming in pain. He's completely proud of what he did and it's that moment I realize Thorn was right. This shit had gone completely out of control.

Shit had gone too far.

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I'm in the hospital. I've been here for hours. It's not getting any easier. No one came with me. Not even Thorn. I think the way he characterized my need to want to go to the hospital was, "unnecessary to the plan." That's all Thorn cared about: his precious plan. I didn't know who was worse. Him for creating us or the dolls for showing just how plastic they all had become.

"You need anything from the vending machine?" a voice states.

Oh yeah. I wasn't alone. Micah was waiting with me in the waiting room as well. It had been beyond awkward. It's just the two of us. The coach had been there for a short time but ended up leaving. I tried to stay clear of Micah. I didn't want anything to do with him. The further away I was from Micah the better as far as I was concerned.

I look over at my cousin, "Nah. I'm good."

"Thanks for showing up."

"I didn't come for you."

"I deserve the attitude."

Seeing Micah looking so humble right now should make me feel good. I want to feel this warm satisfaction. If the tables had turned Micah wouldn't have any problems twisting the knife in if he needed to. He would do anything to be on top. He would do anything to be the IT boy in Lionsdale Prep. I'd seen that time and time again. And I should be happy that he's so humbled right now.