SLENDER
I stare at Von, waiting for him to speak. Whether to agree or to fight. I really hope he chooses to agree, he knows I cannot control my anger. And I don't want to hurt him. Finally, he nods and I relax, feeling the tentacles in my back relax as well. I straighten my jacket. "Very well," I say. "You are excused."
He turns and opens the door, but just before he leaves, he looks over his shoulder and says, "I never asked for you as a father."
I stand, shocked, as he leaves and closes the door behind him. I continue looking at the door.
"That's all I ever wanted to be to you."
***
I walk into the sitting room to see Jack eating on the sofa.
"Jack," I say dangerously. "What are you doing?"
Jack pauses right before he takes another bite of kidney he's eating. "Uhh, nothing?"
I breathe in deeply. "Get. Off. The. Couch."
Jack quickly gets off the couch and runs to the kitchen. I walk to the sofa and look at the cushions to see spots of blood where Jack was sitting.
That little...
I take a deep breath, hold it, then let it out. I turn and head towards the kitchen when I think better of it.
"TOBY!" I yell. I wait until I see Toby skamper up to me.
"Yes, boss?" he asks nervously.
I look around to see if we are alone, then lean down to Toby's height. "I need you to keep an eye on Von," I whisper to him. Toby looks at me through his goggles in amazment. I continue. "No one is to know about this, not even Von. Keep your distance and report back to me at the end of each day."
Toby nods enthusiastically. "Of course, but can I ask why?"
I stand straight then straighten my suit jacket. "No."
Toby nods and saunters off. Then I turn and head back to my study.
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Lost
FanfictionI'm not overly fond of my past, I mean, none of us are. That's why we're here. But every story is worse than the last, that's why we don't openly discuss them, because you know yours is worse than someone else's and yet, someone's story is worse tha...
