Status: Finished
Going Under
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"Nickolas... have you found anything like this in any of your other toys...?"
"No... what was it?"
"That doesn’t matter right now. But you need to call someone if you ever see those things again. Just pick up the phone and dial 9-1-1. When they ask what's going on, tell them you need help right away. They will send someone over and they might ask you for your daddy. Tell them to call me." Rosemary sat with Nickolas I front of the fire she just started in the fireplace. Nickolas stared into it, his puppy in his lap. The doorbell rang, and Rosemary left him to sit quietly.
He hadn't moved an inch when rosemary and her friends came into the living room with their sewing bags, each taking a seat on either a couch or a comfortable chair. He just stared into it, thoughtless; emotionless. He knew the things inside his fire truck were bad. Something told him that it was why his mommy didn’t love him.
"No... what was it?"
"That doesn’t matter right now. But you need to call someone if you ever see those things again. Just pick up the phone and dial 9-1-1. When they ask what's going on, tell them you need help right away. They will send someone over and they might ask you for your daddy. Tell them to call me." Rosemary sat with Nickolas I front of the fire she just started in the fireplace. Nickolas stared into it, his puppy in his lap. The doorbell rang, and Rosemary left him to sit quietly.
He hadn't moved an inch when rosemary and her friends came into the living room with their sewing bags, each taking a seat on either a couch or a comfortable chair. He just stared into it, thoughtless; emotionless. He knew the things inside his fire truck were bad. Something told him that it was why his mommy didn’t love him.
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