His Perfect Doll

There was always something wrong with lil' boy Oden, everyone knew he wasn't mentally stable- even his parents, but they didn't seek help, no, how could they when they had such a perfect baby? God had given them a baby with this gift and they were not about to change him just so that he could "fit in". He was their special little boy and they treated him as such. Oden got whatever he wanted. Even when he demanded for the insides of a lion, he got them, and even when he demanded for the insides of his very own nanny- he got them. Whatever he wanted, he got. They spoilt him rotten and would kill whoever even so much as passed a judging glance towards their family or most importantly, their youngest son. They loved to see that excited and happy look in his eyes, and one day when they got their hands on a gift they were sure Oden would love-

 "How are you feeling today, doll?" Xavier asked me as we sat across from each other in his second private office where he and I would hold my therapy sessions. I sat in the chair, my knees together and my legs crossed at my ankles as I delicately smoothed my dress with my gloved hands, "I'm feeling better, Xavier," I smiled at him, "in fact, I was with Oden last night and we cuddled," I thought back to last night and how Oden held me and played with my hair as I slept on his chest. "I'm glad. Has he hit you?" he asked me and I flashed back to the moment when Oden snapped at me months ago. I had accidently spilled hot tea on my hand, and Oden had gotten very upset with me. I shivered in fear, "I know it's only because he loves me," I told Xavier, calming myself down with the explanation that Xavier alw

"Xavier," I sat upright in my chair, my silk gloved hands in my lap as I looked at the lovely man who took time out of his day to talk to me, "can I ask you a question?" he always allowed me to speak freely. Out of respect for him, I always asked if I could ask. He looked at me with gentle eyes before he smiled and nodded, "yes, doll, you may ask me a question." I looked to the window that sat behind his desk that showed the view of the outside world, "what's the outside like?" I asked him from the bottom of my heart.  I had been kept within the four walls of Oden's family home my entire life. That's not to say that the space in the home isn't enough, because it is. This home is big, beautiful, and everything that I could ever want is available. There's three different kitchens, there's four indoor theatres, two indoor pools, four living rooms, three dining rooms, a basketball court and a game centre. It was a

The Huxx's were a busy family but they always made time for each other. I know that they run an important investment business and they're busy maintaining their standard of living. The Huxx family is a family of five. Xavier and his wife, Penelope, Oden's mother have three children. We are all well affiliated with Xavier, so I shall introduce Penelope first. Penelope is the kindest person in this home. She has always been like a mother to me and has played a major role in helping me accept myself for who I was. She treated me like I was her actual child and has never let me feel like an outsider. She was always around the home when everyone else had to go to work. At times when I wake up in the middle of the night after Oden's gone for business, she'll be awake as well and she'll bake cookies for me and pour some milk in a glass for me to drink. We'll spend the time together, talking about as much as we can manage to talk about. No mat

  I regained consciousness after some time, reality pulling me away from the comfort that sleep provided. My eyesight was blurry l, I was struggling to fight the fatigue and I couldn't understand what was going on. I didn't know where I was, who I was with or why I was here. I didn't even know how I got here.   I let out a small groan of complaint as my head pounded from an unpleasant headache. I wanted to massage my temples but my hands were bound. I frowned as my vision cleared and I looked down to find myself in a wooden chair with my hands bound behind my back in an uncomfortable and painful manner.   My feet were bound together with the same heavy rope that was practically digging into my skin.   My head sharply turned as I looked around the room to find myself in a vacant room that must have been in some type of warehouse. I knew this because I've watched plenty of movies of people being