"I don't see the need to argue with a wimp like you over this. What did I tell you earlier? I choose to do whatever I please with you because You belong to me, you'll live with me, stay with me, and do just whatever I want you to do. You are mine! And the earlier you start seeing yourself as a part of my life the better," He storms out, the door stuck shut after him, and so did other doors within the house. I'm guessing he went into his room because the next minute a loud wail pierces the calm night air.
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"You don't look half as miserable as I was the second time," I crouch slightly at my tracks, my left hand turned icy around the doorknob as I turned now to see Hindley's poker presence descend the stairs. His steps were light and neat, like a feather and he was twice as graceful as the Queen of England, excepting his bogus night robe that is.