For Y/N's eighth birthday, her father got her a special gift, an adorable plush toy that she loves dearly. What she didn't expect was the living, breathing man that came with it. Is her doll really talking and moving around, or is her imagination th...
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"Mom, where are we going?" I wonder anxiously for, like, the bazilyionth time that morning as I was dragged to the car by my hand. Mom has been silent in that time, avoiding the question. She sighs while opening the car door and ushers me into the back seat.
"We're just going to visit your Uncle Dembers for a while, okay, honey?"
"Isn't dad coming with?" I ask while setting Max on my lap before putting on my seat belt. I didn't see him packing a bag this morning like we did. He just sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and eating breakfast normally. He even gave me a smile, albeit a small one, before mom took me away. I see her eyes darken, though her expression was composed— A look I remember her wearing whenever she'd lie to me about the fights the two of them have. Sometimes, I think she forgets the walls are only so thick, that she doesn't realize I can hear them clear as day when they argue. Maybe she just pretends to make it feel better, but for who's sake is she lying, for me or herself? I wonder that also.
"No, sweetie, not this time." With that, she closes the door and goes back inside to grab the bags she asked me to pack. "Only the essentials," she had said. I frown and pick up Max, holding him at arms length.
"I don't like this, Max. Something's up here." My heart clenched with worry as I hugged him tight to soothe the ache. His warmth helped me some. I could imagine him patting my head in reassurance. As long as he's with me, I'll be okay. I hear the trunk open and our bags are set inside the vehicle before it is slammed shut a bit harder than one normally would close it. Mom then goes into the driver's seat and starts the car before sighing and resting her head on the wheel. It makes my heart hurt once more.
"Mom, are you okay?" She perks her head and turns to me with a smile plastered across her face.
"Just a little tired, sweetie. I didn't sleep so good last night." That appeared to be the truth, judging off of the dark circles underneath her eyes. It wasn't the full truth, however; I could tell. I take it as a sign to be quiet and take to listening to whatever song was on the radio as we drove away from the house, which I look back at until it's out of sight. Uncle Dembers doesn't live too far from us. He's near my school, so none of that should be effected if we plan on staying long, which is probably the case with how many clothes got jammed into our bags. I just wish Max was able to talk to me on the way there to get rid of this awful feeling in my stomach. Mom said she wanted a divorce... Are we going to move? Whimpering softly to myself, I clutch Max tighter and close my eyes while taking deep breaths.
'It'll be okay. I'm sure everything will be better once they cool off.' They always came back to each other no matter how many times they've fought. This time shouldn't be any different... right? I continue to think that until we make it to my uncle's house, feeling somewhat hopeful. It's a beautiful, brick home with two levels and lots of windows and stone steps leading up to the front door beyond a low, black gate. The fence goes around the whole property, but it's much taller in the backyard. The plants in the front are all neatly placed and lush green, but the grass might need cutting soon.
