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Sitting on my bedroom floor, I glanced at the bare walls. Feeling the urge to be creative. I wanted to decorate the tower I was held captive in. Ike was about to save a few of my things. A colorful blanket with peace signs on it, couple pictures, and a few of my clothes. Just to name a couple. I missed my old room. The one at my parents house. Pink with band posters and colorful accents. Some nerd collectables.

"I can always paint it." I smiled, "Not just one color."

Rolling over, I crawled to my dresser. White thigh high with little bows on the edge, Mermaid green thin strap dress with polka dots, and black flats. Looks good. Adding a white belt, pearls and white cocktail hat. The netting of the hat covered half of my face. Jamison started setting rules when we came home yesterday.

Rule one, When leaving the house; always dress like a lady. So all my lazy looking clothes can not be worn outside in public. Another rule was no visitors. So if any one wanted to see me, They can only see me on stage or at the tavern. Which sucks because I started to make some new friends. The only time me and Wendy had a chance to chat was when see was hemming my costumes. Quinn often naps when we talk. I think he is just spying. I have been careful what I say when he is around. The two dresses Wendy made for me are beautiful. One is a deep scarlet dress. The top looked like a corset, yet the fabric she used was breathable. Allowing me to move gracefully. Off the shoulder sleeves, and a short circle skirt. Black tights and point shoes. The second costume was a traditional ballerina tutu. Navy blue with light blue shimmer. It sparkles under the spotlight.

Hopping from step to step. I stopped suddenly. Listening. Waiting. Ike, Jamison's uncle, was vacuuming the main hallway. I held my breath. Praying he didn't see me. Soon he moved into the parlor. Thank God. Continuing to the door.

"Ginamarie."

My hand was inches from the brass knob. Dropping my hand. I turned around. Jamison stood in the middle of the balcony; in his lap coat.

"Where do you think your going?" He asked

"Out. I wanted some paint."

Walking down the stairs, joining me in the foray. Dr. Fox scowled "Hell no, do you honestly think I would let my rag doll outside? Where she can get destroyed! "

"But I'm restless." I complained

"New rule, You are not aloud to leave unless you have an escort. If you need paint. I'll have Ike add it to the shopping list."

"That's unfair."

"Life is unfair."

I opened my mouth to protest, but his threat had me think twice.

"Just remember. I can always take your voice box out." He laughed maniacally. Crossing my arms I stomped away. Though the kitchen and out to the garden. His backyard was like eden. It starched out for aches. Flowers of different various bloomed. The garden looked like Heaven. At night, when the fairy lights glow. It was breathe taking. Sleepless nights, I stared out at the enchanting garden. Towards the center, sat a gigantic water fountain. Surrounded with benches . Sitting down, fiddling with the edge of my skirt. I pondered. Two rooms were off limits in the castle. His bedroom and the lab. More rules. Yay. Jamison was more than controlling. He had the tendency to be abusive as well. He threatens me as much as he likes to choke me.

Bushes bordered the fence. Outside Heaven's gate, I heard voices. I tiptoed over.

"Please"

"No way."

I listen closely to their conversion.

"Just give me a boost."

"No way. Not after what happened to your hand."

"Pete, please."

Pete rebutted, "Remember what happen to the Kill Joys?" Silents fell before Pete's friend answered.

"The Kill Joys didn't break up because they fucked around Dr. Fox's garden." He responded, "Still need a boost over this gate." He added. "So long and goodnight." Pete said leaving his friend. Before he left, Pete suggested, "Why don't you just use your hook?"

Wait. Patrick is out there! No. No. My face started to burn up. Why is he trying to break in? I don't know if I can face him. Not after yesterday. Between what happened with his hook and him watching me dance. I need to hide. If I hide inside, Jamison will just bully me some more. I don't want to see his rat face either. The clinking of Patrick's hook provoked my anxiety. Escalating rapidly. Quick. Behind the daisies. I darted to the closest flower patch. Somehow he was able to get through.Peeking between the stems. I watched him. Holding on to his fedora, Patrick stumbled through the bushes. Standing up. He looked up at my tower. Patrick picked up a stone. Throwing it at my window. I giggled. He thought I was in my room. All he had to do is turn around.

Hmmm. Patrick has a cute butt.God damn it. Placing my face in the palms of my hands. Cursing under my breath. Holy smokes. What if Jamison hears him. I tumbled out of my hiding spot.

"Hahahaha." I snickered. Catching his attention. Patrick walked over to me. "Do you need a hand?" He joked, holding out his. Taking it. He helped pull me to my feet. Stepping back for safety. My cheeks burned. Patrick stood five inches from me. Rubbing his neck. Eyes away from me. He dressed in all black. Skinny jeans, shoes, leather jacket, and a fedora to hid his horns. Patrick wore a sky blue button down under his jacket. Dirty blond hair neatly comb. Poked out under his hat. Nervously, I played with my necklace. He cleared his throat. My lavender eyes admired him.

"I like uhh...your dress. It's pretty." He beamed.

"Thank you"

I curtsied. Oh my God. Why did I do that. He's going to think I'm odd, I thought. Pointing to his hat, I returned a complement. "I like your fedora. Very cute."

Patrick smiles, rocking on his heels. A little more talking, a little less awkward silents. Reaching in to his pocket. Patrick hand me something. My missing white lace glove.

"You left this on the stage." He told me. I stepped closer. Seeing his kindness, comforted me a bit. Jamison would have screamed if he knew I lost it.

"Thanks. You just saved me from Jamison's wrath."

"I know" Patrick held up his hook. I inched back. Alarmed. Clutching my arm. Where he scratched me the first time. Extending out his hand. "No, please. I'm sorry." Patrick begged, "I didn't mean to scare you. Ah...I only wanted to. You know, your glove...and I ..." Patrick started to stretch out his sentences again. He was nervous. Just as awkward as me.

"I wanted to see you again." He forced out.

He wanted to see me again? Why? Softening my gaze. A small smiled appeared crossed my lips. Remembering what Wendy said. He reminded me of a puppy. Making my way closer, I wrapped my arms around him. Hugging him. I felt his arms cover me. Patrick rested his chin on top of my hair.

"I'm still getting use to everything. Being a rag doll is not easy. Haha. Jamison wont let me do anything on my one. It's annoying." I blushed.

"So you've never met a demon before."

"I didn't think they would be as sweet as you."

"Have you toured around Sheadowbrook?"

"Nope. I'm not allowed to leave with out an escort."

Glancing up at him. I beamed. Breaking from the hug. Patrick laced his fingers between mine. Shocked, he asked, "What are you doing today?"

"I don't know, I think dance practice." I shrugged. Patrick nodded. Still holding my hand. I bit my lip. Taking a chance, I added, "I can always skip."

"Perfect. Do you like ice cream?" He pulled me close. My smile dropped.I started to fiddle with my necklace again. Glancing away from him. Jamison would never let me out. Even with Patrick.

"I'm not aloud to leave without an escort."

Patrick looked over his shoulder and back at me. Gently, with his hook, he lifted my chin. For a brief minute. I though he was about to kiss me. Our faces were so close. With cute devious grin, Patrick whispered "What he doesn't know, won't kill him." Stepping back, he extended his arm.

"I'll be your escort."

Linking arms. We snuck out.Passing through the bushes, squeezes through the hole in the fence. Running down the hill in to town. Giggling. It was almost noon. The sun was tucked behind a fluffy cloud. A few people walked on the sidewalks. A Youngblood and rag doll danced in the streets. Couple of monsters ogled at the scene. Skipping to Stay Frosty's ice cream shop. Ding! A small brass bell rang. We walked up to the counter and peered at the frosty glass. A rainbow of ice cream flavors lined up in the freezer.

"So what is your favorite?" Patrick asked Looking up at him, I replied, "Vanilla is the best."

"Really? Vanilla? That's lame."

"Are you judging me because I prefer something basic?"

"A little."

"Okay, Stump, What's your favorite."

"...Vanilla."

I cupped my mouth and snorted. Suddenly, a tall thin women dressed in all black, struts up to Patrick. Long straight hair, pale skin, ruby red lips and crystal white eyes. Dressed like a gothic bombshell. She smiled. Flashing her fangs at me.

"Patty, I haven't see you off stage in forever." She flirted, stroking his arm. Patrick scowled, trying to shake her off.

"Stephanie, you can just call me Patrick. Just Patrick." He protested.

"Oh Pat, don't be silly." Stephanie said removing his fedora. His horns grew an inch. Eyes yellow. She continued to provoke him. Flirting with him. Oblivious to his real feelings. Covering his face, he tuned towards me.

"Honestly Patty, you should just go full demon. It's so hot when you burn other monsters alive. This nice guy act is tots boring." She gabbed. Over by the table were she was sitting, sat an ogre. Eyeing me. creepy. Ignoring him, I focused on Patrick. Empathy for him. With out thinking, I snatched his fedora from her. Giving me the evil eye, Stephanie hissed at, "Who the hell do you think you are? Little slut! Coming here with my man. Stealing from me."

"Stephanie, stop!"

"No, this tramp needs to be punished."

Making her way closer, she noticed my stitches. Her lips curled in a villainous smile. Picking a lose sting on my shoulder. Stephanie plucked it slowly. Undoing one by one.

"Here's a lesson for you doll. Don't pick fights you can't win."

Patrick rested his hook on her shoulder. Turning her to him. In his hand was a ball of fire. Hot like the sun. Stephanie shrieked in horror. Transforming herself into a bat and flew out the nearest window. The ogre ran passed us chasing her.

My right shoulder had a wide hole. Any bigger and my arm would come off. I needed to fix this immediately.

"My shoulder."I grieved, "If Jamison sees this, he'll know I snuck out. I have to go." I dashed out. Patrick followed me out of the shop. Swiftly down the street, I rushed. Stopping short. Seeing Ike strolling down the block, whistling to himself. Instantaneously, I was grabbed by the waist. Back against the wall. Patrick's face close to mine. Using his hat, he blocked out our faces. Waiting for Ike to pass us by. Hoping to be unseen.

"Gina." Patrick whispered.

I put a finger to my lips. We lingered just a few minutes longer. His hook pushed my hand away.

"I need to tell you something." He spoke up once more. Concerned, I told him, "I don't like the sound of this." As we hiked back to the garden.

"It's about what happen back there."

"Now I really don't like this."

"I just want-"

I cut him off.

"Let me guess. She is an ex or a one night stand turned fling. I can understand if she is an ex. She doesn't get that it's over and your trying to move on. However, if she is someone you sleep with randomly from time to time then just know. I'm not that girl. I don't know, maybe I was just overthinking. You didn't just break in to return my glove. You even said you wanted to see me again. I guess I thought you liked me. I felt something when were alone, but if you like games. Then you can count me out."

Once we stood outside of the garden. He picked up a daisy. Handing it to me.

"Stephanie is not an ex. I don't do flings or one night stands. She hangs out at the tavern with her group. Stephanie like to get drunk. Sleeps around with anyone. And for some reason sometimes get on stage and grabs my ass. She calls me her man and flirts with me. Like we have something. We don't. Trust me.I never like her. " He stated, ",But I do like you. I would like to get to know you. Your not the only one who felt something."

Taking the flower. I was speechless. Patrick kissed my cheek and left.

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Sitting on my bedroom floor, I glanced at the bare walls. Feeling the urge to be creative. I wanted to decorate the tower I was held captive in. Ike was about to save a few of my things. A colorful blanket with peace signs on it, couple pictures, and a few of my clothes. Just to name a couple. I missed my old room. The one at my parents house. Pink with band posters and colorful accents. Some nerd collectables.

"I can always paint it." I smiled, "Not just one color."

Rolling over, I crawled to my dresser. White thigh high with little bows on the edge, Mermaid green thin strap dress with polka dots, and black flats. Looks good. Adding a white belt, pearls and white cocktail hat. The netting of the hat covered half of my face. Jamison started setting rules when we came home yesterday.

Rule one, When leaving the house; always dress like a lady. So all my lazy looking clothes can not be worn outside in public. Another rule was no visitors. So if any one wanted to see me, They can only see me on stage or at the tavern. Which sucks because I started to make some new friends. The only time me and Wendy had a chance to chat was when see was hemming my costumes. Quinn often naps when we talk. I think he is just spying. I have been careful what I say when he is around. The two dresses Wendy made for me are beautiful. One is a deep scarlet dress. The top looked like a corset, yet the fabric she used was breathable. Allowing me to move gracefully. Off the shoulder sleeves, and a short circle skirt. Black tights and point shoes. The second costume was a traditional ballerina tutu. Navy blue with light blue shimmer. It sparkles under the spotlight.

Hopping from step to step. I stopped suddenly. Listening. Waiting. Ike, Jamison's uncle, was vacuuming the main hallway. I held my breath. Praying he didn't see me. Soon he moved into the parlor. Thank God. Continuing to the door.

"Ginamarie."

My hand was inches from the brass knob. Dropping my hand. I turned around. Jamison stood in the middle of the balcony; in his lap coat.

"Where do you think your going?" He asked

"Out. I wanted some paint."

Walking down the stairs, joining me in the foray. Dr. Fox scowled "Hell no, do you honestly think I would let my rag doll outside? Where she can get destroyed! "

"But I'm restless." I complained

"New rule, You are not aloud to leave unless you have an escort. If you need paint. I'll have Ike add it to the shopping list."

"That's unfair."

"Life is unfair."

I opened my mouth to protest, but his threat had me think twice.

"Just remember. I can always take your voice box out." He laughed maniacally. Crossing my arms I stomped away. Though the kitchen and out to the garden. His backyard was like eden. It starched out for aches. Flowers of different various bloomed. The garden looked like Heaven. At night, when the fairy lights glow. It was breathe taking. Sleepless nights, I stared out at the enchanting garden. Towards the center, sat a gigantic water fountain. Surrounded with benches . Sitting down, fiddling with the edge of my skirt. I pondered. Two rooms were off limits in the castle. His bedroom and the lab. More rules. Yay. Jamison was more than controlling. He had the tendency to be abusive as well. He threatens me as much as he likes to choke me.

Bushes bordered the fence. Outside Heaven's gate, I heard voices. I tiptoed over.

"Please"

"No way."

I listen closely to their conversion.

"Just give me a boost."

"No way. Not after what happened to your hand."

"Pete, please."

Pete rebutted, "Remember what happen to the Kill Joys?" Silents fell before Pete's friend answered.

"The Kill Joys didn't break up because they fucked around Dr. Fox's garden." He responded, "Still need a boost over this gate." He added. "So long and goodnight." Pete said leaving his friend. Before he left, Pete suggested, "Why don't you just use your hook?"

Wait. Patrick is out there! No. No. My face started to burn up. Why is he trying to break in? I don't know if I can face him. Not after yesterday. Between what happened with his hook and him watching me dance. I need to hide. If I hide inside, Jamison will just bully me some more. I don't want to see his rat face either. The clinking of Patrick's hook provoked my anxiety. Escalating rapidly. Quick. Behind the daisies. I darted to the closest flower patch. Somehow he was able to get through.Peeking between the stems. I watched him. Holding on to his fedora, Patrick stumbled through the bushes. Standing up. He looked up at my tower. Patrick picked up a stone. Throwing it at my window. I giggled. He thought I was in my room. All he had to do is turn around.

Hmmm. Patrick has a cute butt.God damn it. Placing my face in the palms of my hands. Cursing under my breath. Holy smokes. What if Jamison hears him. I tumbled out of my hiding spot.

"Hahahaha." I snickered. Catching his attention. Patrick walked over to me. "Do you need a hand?" He joked, holding out his. Taking it. He helped pull me to my feet. Stepping back for safety. My cheeks burned. Patrick stood five inches from me. Rubbing his neck. Eyes away from me. He dressed in all black. Skinny jeans, shoes, leather jacket, and a fedora to hid his horns. Patrick wore a sky blue button down under his jacket. Dirty blond hair neatly comb. Poked out under his hat. Nervously, I played with my necklace. He cleared his throat. My lavender eyes admired him.

"I like uhh...your dress. It's pretty." He beamed.

"Thank you"

I curtsied. Oh my God. Why did I do that. He's going to think I'm odd, I thought. Pointing to his hat, I returned a complement. "I like your fedora. Very cute."

Patrick smiles, rocking on his heels. A little more talking, a little less awkward silents. Reaching in to his pocket. Patrick hand me something. My missing white lace glove.

"You left this on the stage." He told me. I stepped closer. Seeing his kindness, comforted me a bit. Jamison would have screamed if he knew I lost it.

"Thanks. You just saved me from Jamison's wrath."

"I know" Patrick held up his hook. I inched back. Alarmed. Clutching my arm. Where he scratched me the first time. Extending out his hand. "No, please. I'm sorry." Patrick begged, "I didn't mean to scare you. Ah...I only wanted to. You know, your glove...and I ..." Patrick started to stretch out his sentences again. He was nervous. Just as awkward as me.

"I wanted to see you again." He forced out.

He wanted to see me again? Why? Softening my gaze. A small smiled appeared crossed my lips. Remembering what Wendy said. He reminded me of a puppy. Making my way closer, I wrapped my arms around him. Hugging him. I felt his arms cover me. Patrick rested his chin on top of my hair.

"I'm still getting use to everything. Being a rag doll is not easy. Haha. Jamison wont let me do anything on my one. It's annoying." I blushed.

"So you've never met a demon before."

"I didn't think they would be as sweet as you."

"Have you toured around Sheadowbrook?"

"Nope. I'm not allowed to leave with out an escort."

Glancing up at him. I beamed. Breaking from the hug. Patrick laced his fingers between mine. Shocked, he asked, "What are you doing today?"

"I don't know, I think dance practice." I shrugged. Patrick nodded. Still holding my hand. I bit my lip. Taking a chance, I added, "I can always skip."

"Perfect. Do you like ice cream?" He pulled me close. My smile dropped.I started to fiddle with my necklace again. Glancing away from him. Jamison would never let me out. Even with Patrick.

"I'm not aloud to leave without an escort."

Patrick looked over his shoulder and back at me. Gently, with his hook, he lifted my chin. For a brief minute. I though he was about to kiss me. Our faces were so close. With cute devious grin, Patrick whispered "What he doesn't know, won't kill him." Stepping back, he extended his arm.

"I'll be your escort."

Linking arms. We snuck out.Passing through the bushes, squeezes through the hole in the fence. Running down the hill in to town. Giggling. It was almost noon. The sun was tucked behind a fluffy cloud. A few people walked on the sidewalks. A Youngblood and rag doll danced in the streets. Couple of monsters ogled at the scene. Skipping to Stay Frosty's ice cream shop. Ding! A small brass bell rang. We walked up to the counter and peered at the frosty glass. A rainbow of ice cream flavors lined up in the freezer.

"So what is your favorite?" Patrick asked Looking up at him, I replied, "Vanilla is the best."

"Really? Vanilla? That's lame."

"Are you judging me because I prefer something basic?"

"A little."

"Okay, Stump, What's your favorite."

"...Vanilla."

I cupped my mouth and snorted. Suddenly, a tall thin women dressed in all black, struts up to Patrick. Long straight hair, pale skin, ruby red lips and crystal white eyes. Dressed like a gothic bombshell. She smiled. Flashing her fangs at me.

"Patty, I haven't see you off stage in forever." She flirted, stroking his arm. Patrick scowled, trying to shake her off.

"Stephanie, you can just call me Patrick. Just Patrick." He protested.

"Oh Pat, don't be silly." Stephanie said removing his fedora. His horns grew an inch. Eyes yellow. She continued to provoke him. Flirting with him. Oblivious to his real feelings. Covering his face, he tuned towards me.

"Honestly Patty, you should just go full demon. It's so hot when you burn other monsters alive. This nice guy act is tots boring." She gabbed. Over by the table were she was sitting, sat an ogre. Eyeing me. creepy. Ignoring him, I focused on Patrick. Empathy for him. With out thinking, I snatched his fedora from her. Giving me the evil eye, Stephanie hissed at, "Who the hell do you think you are? Little slut! Coming here with my man. Stealing from me."

"Stephanie, stop!"

"No, this tramp needs to be punished."

Making her way closer, she noticed my stitches. Her lips curled in a villainous smile. Picking a lose sting on my shoulder. Stephanie plucked it slowly. Undoing one by one.

"Here's a lesson for you doll. Don't pick fights you can't win."

Patrick rested his hook on her shoulder. Turning her to him. In his hand was a ball of fire. Hot like the sun. Stephanie shrieked in horror. Transforming herself into a bat and flew out the nearest window. The ogre ran passed us chasing her.

My right shoulder had a wide hole. Any bigger and my arm would come off. I needed to fix this immediately.

"My shoulder."I grieved, "If Jamison sees this, he'll know I snuck out. I have to go." I dashed out. Patrick followed me out of the shop. Swiftly down the street, I rushed. Stopping short. Seeing Ike strolling down the block, whistling to himself. Instantaneously, I was grabbed by the waist. Back against the wall. Patrick's face close to mine. Using his hat, he blocked out our faces. Waiting for Ike to pass us by. Hoping to be unseen.

"Gina." Patrick whispered.

I put a finger to my lips. We lingered just a few minutes longer. His hook pushed my hand away.

"I need to tell you something." He spoke up once more. Concerned, I told him, "I don't like the sound of this." As we hiked back to the garden.

"It's about what happen back there."

"Now I really don't like this."

"I just want-"

I cut him off.

"Let me guess. She is an ex or a one night stand turned fling. I can understand if she is an ex. She doesn't get that it's over and your trying to move on. However, if she is someone you sleep with randomly from time to time then just know. I'm not that girl. I don't know, maybe I was just overthinking. You didn't just break in to return my glove. You even said you wanted to see me again. I guess I thought you liked me. I felt something when were alone, but if you like games. Then you can count me out."

Once we stood outside of the garden. He picked up a daisy. Handing it to me.

"Stephanie is not an ex. I don't do flings or one night stands. She hangs out at the tavern with her group. Stephanie like to get drunk. Sleeps around with anyone. And for some reason sometimes get on stage and grabs my ass. She calls me her man and flirts with me. Like we have something. We don't. Trust me.I never like her. " He stated, ",But I do like you. I would like to get to know you. Your not the only one who felt something."

Taking the flower. I was speechless. Patrick kissed my cheek and left.