Author : K. Sepsey
Email : fadedrosepetals@yahoo.com
Websites : faded rose petals | The Doll House : VC Andrews
Intro : This is a VC Andrews fanfic, all characters are copyright to her and her trust.
I make no claims on them. I was just inspired to write and this is what came about.
Many Spoilers for the Dollanganger series!!!
PROLOGUE
Growing up, I adored my mother. She was beautiful, young and lovely. She adored my father once, but when his business took over his life, my mother changed. I didn't know it or really admit it until the day she had done something to make me wary of all women and their promises for the rest of my life.
I grew up in our huge ancestral mansion called Foxworth Hall. It was a thing to be proud of. The vast mansion sat high above the other fine homes in the area, in the Virginia hills. It was by far the grandest, most glorious home anyone had ever seen. Everyone envied us, but I was sure they wouldn't if they all knew the dark, evil truths that lived in our home, hearts and minds.
We had the finest furniture and the best clothes, the best of everything. No matter the cost, my mother was clothed in the finest silks, the softest furs, the most expensive cosmetics and most importantly, the most exquisite jewels. She was spoiled! But I didn't say that then. Then I thought she was prefect and deserved all the finest things. I thought that was the way to show love.
When I was young, my mother was the light of my world. She was the warm glow of love in our big cold house. I loved her so very much. My blue eyes would light up so quickly when I heard her soft voice fill a room. I would see my father's eyes fill with so much love and passion that I would turn quickly away, as if it had filled my cheeks with fire. My mother laughed at my reaction to their affection-but it never made me mad, I was that enchanted by her. I was too blind to see what she really was, but now I can see and I learned my lesson, one of many.
This is my story, the story of Malcolm Neal Foxworth. I was a victim too. Do not judge until you know the truth. For the truth shall make you see into the heart of the coldest man-and still see warmth.
[rest of the chapters and the epilogue are separate]
the Doll House
(my VC Andrews site)