"Two, please."
I was in a bad mood, a dangerous one for everyone else, and it wouldn't be any better until I had a Mr. Slush-O in hand.
"How can you drink those things? There horrible for your heath, plus there just fake flavor and ice."
"Bad puppy, it's not good to make the owner mad."
One hand held my life in a cup; the other held my very faithful new toy, much better then the first and the second.
Playing with him was very, very fun, and it was nice to have someone scratching my arm.
"Try it, I might kill you, but it won't."
The sounds of happy slurping filled my ears, and didn't let up until he had sucked it dry.
"Yes, I liked it, but it's still really bad for you, I would never let Molly drink it."
He's just so adorable! I wouldn't trade him for anyone in the world, even if some of his yapping made very sleepy.
"So, when do I get to see that lovely home and child of yours?"
I looked at him like a cat would a mouse, stalking her pray, hungry.
"Mohinderrrr, I'll kiss you again, full blast."
That seemed to get his interest, and then he was following me like a dog would his owner.
It was if I was the toy maker and he was my toy, and there was no way I was selling this one.
"Fine, I'll take you, but please don't do anything to Molly."
I watched his pleading, eyes of a father.
Eyes my father would never have, no trust and barely any love, all thanks to one little slip up.
He leaned in, our lips brushing, blue pouring from me like water.
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I pulled away, leaving him breathless and bruised.
"More after, we better go, Daddy's waiting. I wonder what he would think of this. Not very happy I bet."
The clinging was still there, I don't think that could be fixed, but at lest he was growing stronger, the guilt almost all gone.
"Remember my sweet poet; Mr. Slush-O loves you and so do I!"
I'm static and rough on the outside, but for certain people on the inside I'm a mushy marshmallow, sticky and sweet.
The only people so far that have ever seem that part of me, seem to be the lowest scum out there.
Daddy was the first, showing him my caring part of my damaged mind was a huge mistake. It just made him send me to more places and watch bitchy cheerleaders.
Peter and Adam, pretty faces and dazzling smiles, they blinded me to the true person, stupid and insane.
Now, Mohinder, my newest play thing, is so far the best, witty with words and a good father. Who wouldn't go all mushy over that?
Sadistic people have hearts too.
He's my puppet and I'm his master, and that will last for a very long time I'll make sure of that.