"Stella and I had a fight." It's the best thing Monique can come up with at the moment. Seeing her parents at Rosalie's shop has unnerved her almost to the point of beyond breaking. Carmen's words have thrown her mind into chaos. She just wants to fall asleep and wake up in John's arms. Her parents nod their heads and Monique drags her bag behind her into her room. Less than a minute later, she hears the sound of the key in the lock.
She's trapped, once again. Monique sighs and rubs her temples. Now is not a great time to be struck down with a migraine. She kicks the bag towards her study table and turns on the laptop.
Her parents monitor what she does on the Internet. Monique isn't stupid; she knows. She grabs the Telstra prepaid Internet connection USB from her drawer and inserts the device into the laptop.
It's her dirty little secret.
She goes to Google and with trembling fingers type in two words: Caroline Doll.
Monique's bones freeze and her blood turns to ice.
Dark green eyes glare at her from behind the glass screen. A scowl written on the woman's lips. Her brown hair is a mess. Her cheeks are wide and plump.
Monique opens the drawer and takes out a Blood Red. She can't believe it. She can't believe what she's seeing.
She reads the articles. She watches the trial on YouTube.
She doesn't believe what she's hearing.
Caroline Doll... Charged... Kidnapping... Poisoning... Murder.
Murder.
Murder.
It's all in front of her. She's trying to understand, but her mind is three steps behind.
Monique suddenly feels sick. Her body starts to shiver. Cold sweat breaks out on her forehead.
She sat beside the woman. She ate with the woman. She had been given Blood Reds by the woman. She had seen her lifeless body on the carpet.
Monique slams the laptop lid shut when she hears the sound of the key turning on her room door.
She hurriedly takes out the USB device from the laptop and places it in her pocket before grabbing the laptop and sliding it under her bed.
The doorknob is turning. She begins swearing fervently in her head. This cannot be happening. She hurriedly throws herself under the covers and squeezes her eyelids shut.
No one can find out her little secret.
No one.
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Teen FictionHe runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with. You're mine. Without me, you're nothing." What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters...
