Supertoys While Mummy Drinks
A/N: I know I've gotten way out of character and it's going
to get worse as I write this. But I've been having serious writer's block
since I detoured far off from my original outline for this story. And now
I don't know where to go with this.
Also. Thanks for all the reviews. They have helped me in my
writing.
Supertoys While Mummy Drinks
By: S|K
Chapter 6: Deep Sleep
Monica lulled David, softly humming the song 'You are my sunshine'.
She looked down into his face. He was asleep. Actually he was just pretending
to sleep, but his simulation looked so real. So real that with what little
maternal instinct she had forced her to carefully lay him down on the bed.
She continued to pull his sandals off and put them on the floor. She watched
him as he turned over on his side and drew his legs up against his chest.
" My little one, my poor little one." She whispered as she reached over and
stroked his hair. She then slowly glided her fingers down his face and onto
his chest, stopping where his heart would of been if he was a human. Nothing.
Not even a single heartbeat. Monica could feel her own heart drop.
She finally took her hand away and pulled a blanket over him,
then leaned over and kissed his cheek. He seemed so much more tiny and fragile
now. With that thought she got up and turned the lights out and went out
the door.
David opened his eyes when he felt the bed move. He saw Teddy
standing next to him.
"What are you doing?" asked Teddy, curiously.
"Trying to sleep."
"But you don't sleep."
" I know. But mummy likes Martin when he's asleep. Maybe she
will like me more if I sleep."
Teddy didn't think David's logic made much sense, but he went
ahead and sat down next to him and watched him as he closed his eyes again.
Monica went into the kitchen. She hadn't had anything since
that morning so she was a bit hungry.
"Are you all right?"
Monica popped her head around the refrigerator door.
"You seem to be in a better mood." Henry said while reading
the newspaper.
"I guess."
"The insurance people called."
"Oh." Monica replied as she sat out some things to make herself
a sandwich with. "Well, what did they say about the car?"
Henry sat the newspaper down. "The car?" He sounded a little
surprised. "No. It was the company calling about David. They want him taken
back to the factory for a while."
Monica almost choked on a piece of tomato. "What!?" she
sputtered.
" They were not very happy about having to spend all that money
on David's repairs again. And because of some policy of theirs, they want
him back at the factory for a while. Think of it this way. He'll be out of
your way for a while." He smiled.
Monica could feel her blood drain away from her. 'No. Not David.
Not now. David is scared of that place. And he's smiling about it., that
jerk.', She thought. "I won't let you take him from me!" She said
suddenly.
Henry quirked a brow and started to stand up. "What?"
" I love him!"
Henry was shocked that she had said that. In fact Monica was
shocked herself for she had never said that about David before.
" You're crazy! He's not even alive. All you do is abuse
him anyways." He started to walk towards her. In turn she backed against
the counter. She didn't know what to do.
Suddenly something caught her eye. Something metallic glinting
from a half opened drawer, a stainless steel 8 inch knife. Monica slipped
it out of the drawer and held it in defence. "Don't get any closer." She
said desperately.
Henry saw the blade and jumped back. " Monica, put the knife
down."
Monica slowly backed towards the door, still holding the knife,
watching Henry .
" You're not taking my baby." He heard her say after she disappeared
out the door.
David heard someone coming towards the room. He opened his eyes
and sat up, looking towards the door. He saw a silhouette of a person in
the door frame. After a few seconds he realised it was Monica. Then he saw
the glinting metal blade.
He quickly hid under the sheet along with Teddy.
Monica went over to the bed and sat the knife down at the end
of it. "David." She said softly. She pulled the sheets up a bit and peeked
under them at him. She hesitated but went ahead and puled him out.
She held him and he could feel something wet hitting his
face.
"Why are you crying?" He asked. He sounded so innocent.
Monica sniffed then said "The company called and... and they
want you to go back to the factory..."
His whole world seemed to burst right then. " No! No! No, mummy
please no. Don't make me go. Please, no. I want to be with you. Don't make
me go." He pleaded desperately.
" I won't." Monica said as she pushed him back a bit and looked
into his wet face. Her own tears that had dribbled down onto him, had streaked
down his cheeks as if the tears were his own. But were they her tears to
begin with or were they really his own? He had become so real to her., that
she didn't know for sure now.