D.O.L.L. (BoyXBoy)

Chapter Six: D.O.L.L.

Written and published December 28, 2014

Rewritten and edited May 24, 2016

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I guide my horse back into the stables, handing my beloved thoroughbred to the stable boy, and then I rush upstairs.

I wonder why...but I have a weird longing to see my dad.

It's weird.

I stop in front of my dad's office door, and take a deep breath, my heart knocking in my chest. I raise my hand and knock on his door twice.

"Who is it?" I hear him call.

"It's me, Rowan," I say, a little hesitantly.

"Rowan?" I can hear the surprise in his voice, followed by some shuffling. Then he says, "Come on in."

I open the door and walk inside, my footsteps hesitant. My dad sits at his desk, papers surrounding him. They were spread everywhere, covering the desk, covering the chair he sat on, the floor around him.

"Rowan, son, is something wrong?" my father asks. His hand didn't stop signing the multitude of papers, but he glances up anyways, signing some documents blindly. And he still signed his signature perfectly.

"Hi, Dad," I say. I realize then that I have almost nothing to say.

He stands up and puts his pen down, frowning. "Is something wrong, Rowan?" he asks worriedly.

I inhale deeply and then take a step forward, taking the risk that I had never been able to do. I hug him and say, "Nothing's wrong. "

Dad hugs me back, a bit hesitant though.

It was a success.

Our first father-son moment.

"Okay, son. I'm sorry but I'm a bit busy at the moment," my dad continues.

I pull away from the hug I hadn't been able to receive ever since my mother was healthy. "That's okay. I was about to leave anyway."

It's strange.

So this is what it's like to have a dad.

So that's what it's like to have a hug.

So that's what it's like to hug your dad.

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I open the door to my bedroom and go inside, locking the door behind me as I do.

I look around, ready to just lay down and watch a few movies while eating, but then I frown. There's a big box on my bed.

A human sized box.

A coffin?

I approach it cautiously, keeping a safe distance and watching it carefully for any sign of movement or life. When I think it's a little safe, I poke it.

And jump back right away.

Nothing happens.

Feeling just a tad safer, I grab one of the fire sticks near the fireplace and lift up the lid. I climb up onto my bed and peek inside the box, my heart thumping rapidly in my chest as I realize I could soon be the main character to my very own horror story.

Inside is a boy.

Dressed in black.

Sleeping.

And he's not breathing.

Okay, I panicked. I thought I would be excited that I was the star of my own show, but I guess not. I open my mouth to scream, but then something happens.

His eyes open.

Black.

A pit of black.

Shiny obsidian orbs in white eyes.

I cry out in surprise and jerk backwards, about to fall off the bed, my arms flailing.

Well, almost.

The guy had grabbed my arm, and now...

He was sitting up.

I gulp nervously, my ears ringing in suspense.

The boy turns his head to look at me and pulls me up with ease. I sit on the bed with my legs folded under me and I take a breath, taking another risk. "Hello?" I squeak.

He climbs out of his box and sits in front of me, legs crossed. "Hello, Rowan," the boy says. "I am your D.O.L.L."

What?

WHAT?

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Song: Pentatonix - Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy