Living Dolls

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This has gone beyond the maximum of screwed up.

My jaw hangs open a bit, skin pale, eyes wide, and I could barely breathe.

Screwed up.

Julien's face only makes me shake more. Never, and I mean never has he looked this furious in the seven years I've known him. Not even when he catches us trying to escape, which says a lot, and it makes me livid. His face is growing red fast, eyes on fire, and I wonder fearfully what he intended to do about this bomb of news.

"You're..." His voice finally came out in a hiss, through his clenched teeth, making me flinch. "Pregnant?" Without warning, he released her, and she landed roughly on her back, sitting up with panicked, teary eyed coughs.

The hand that was holding her clenched itself to a fist, and it trembled with rage.

Narrowed eyes shooting over towards us, I flinched, freezing up. "Who did this?" He hissed, trembling himself. Nervous, I looked to the two males, and they each had the same reaction. Heads and blank eyes pointed down, the trembling, the sweat forming at their skin. Julien clenched his jaw, going stiffer, "I asked a question..." He leaned over, "Which one of you perverted little fucks did this?"

Still no answer from either of them, but they started shaking more.

Even Irene, who was still sitting on the other side of the table, didn't look up. She had her palm over her mouth, shuddering fearfully with more tears pricking at her eyes. Julien followed my gaze over to her shaking form, and I feared when he would snap. I always thought he would, what with his quivering features and tensing up muscles, but he had it in him to remain quiet.

He still had it in him to remain whispering, and I knew that would only make his inevitable breakdown even louder, "Irene," He said, and she refused to look up at him. She even began to shake more. "Can you tell me who did it? The little fuck won't fess up... What about the other one, huh? Can you tell me? You're already caught, after all..."

She still wouldn't look up, and the tears poured down her flushed cheeks.

"Tell me, Irene. Who was it?"

I was pretty shocked that she began shaking her head.

Julien was tensing more and more, thinking it over, "Ah... Did they force you?" He asked, and that got her looking up with a sharp gasp. "He made you do it against your will?"

"No!" She choked out, "No, he didn't, we just-!"

He started snickering, and my blood ran cold, "We just... We just didn't care about the consequences. Right?" She was back to a stammering mess, and Julien frowned, "Right? So, Irene..." He drawled, fingers tracing along the table, "Would you like to tell me who you snuck around with?"

My heart was panicking more and more with each second of silence passed. Irene was looking down, shaking wildly, and sputters died on her tongue.

His fingers that were dragging around were curled back into his fist, "Such naughty little things." With that, he reached towards her, and she was quick to snap out of her panic filled trance, scrambling back and crying out for him to stop. I held my breath, not entirely sure what he planned. When he got her in his hand, he was quick to force her through the dollhouse door, all while she was screaming for him to stop.

Picking up his phone and placing it in front of the now closed door, he remained frozen there. I finally breathed out, stupidly relieved that Irene was safe from his rage.

But then, Julien looked back down at us, and I was reminded that there was someone else.

He sat back over to us as the pounding at the door started. I cried out, kicking my feet when his index finger and thumb pressed at my sides tightly. I spurted out a gasp, almost wheezing when he lifted me up and dropped me farther off. With his other hand pushing Carmen toward me, his cold eyes were going between the other two left behind: Ernest and Kyle.