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My Porcelain Doll Chap. 3The Italian was unable to speak.
"What?"
The porcelain doll delicately slipped off the bed and went over to hug him.
"Why are you crying, hijo?" she repeated, stroking his hair.
"Mama scolded me again. She always does. She was never happy with me..." and the rest was mumbled into the doll's chest.
"Hush Enrique, lets put you to bed."
Enrique stayed in the doll's arms, feeling immense relief and comfort.
"Should I turn off the lights?" the doll asked.
"No..." the four-year old mumbled from under his covers.
"You'll find it hard to sleep..." she argued
A pair of angry reproachful eyes poked from under the sheets. "Open the door just a bit then..."
The porcelain doll smiled and shook her head, her shining green hair flowing like water.
The lights went out and the door creaked open an inch.
There was a minutes silence before Enrique asked, "Porcelain doll? Where are you?"
He felt weight beside him and something warm press close. "I'm here..." Enrique was just about to fall asleep when suddenly the door slammed shut.
Both of them stared into the darkness for a while. Enrique started sniffing. A porcelain arm wrapped around him and pulled him into a comforting hug.
"You can't keep crying every night you know..." the doll told him.
"How do you know I keep crying every night?" he snapped but instantly regretted it and rolled over to apologize. He was shocked to meet dazzling amethyst eyes.
"You cry every night when you're alone in the dark, I felt tearstains on the sheets the first time you laid me one them..."
Enrique snuggled closer to her. "I promise I won't cry anymore. But please stay."
Ah Giancarlo charm, it always works...
"Mama! Mama! Come and see! The porcelain doll, she talks!" the young toddler ran to the dining room, having just remembered last night's events.
"What on earth?" She was just about to reprimand him when Enrique grabbed her hand and dragged her to his room.
"Mama! Look! See?" he opened the door and pointed to the shocked doll.
"Enrique why are you here?" the doll asked, but fell silent when she saw the English governess.
"Talking dolls? Nonsense!" the stern woman glared at the white doll's jeweled eyes.
The boy's enthusiasm wilted. "Porcelain doll?"
The girl shook her green head. "Enrique...no..."
He tugged his mama's skirt again. "She's talking!"
"Enrique!" the doll warned, but she stopped when the boy noticed his mama's angry silence.
"Mama..."
SLAP!
Enrique was thrown off his feet. He held his cheek and shakily stood up, not a tear welling in summer blue eyes.
The doll made her way up the wardrobe and turned on the room camera. "Gustav please watch this..." she whispered.
"You have been a naughty, delinquent boy!" she advanced at him, rearing for another slap. Under her shadow, Enrique seemed to shrink against the wall.
The governess stopped. "No meals throughout the day..." she whispered. "The tutor shall be expecting you in an hour." And she left, slamming the door.
"Oh Enrique..." the doll made her way down the wardrobe and rushed to hug the violently shaking boy.
"You were speaking. I saw, and you know. Why didn't she see?" he asked.
"Don't bother to question her blindness...grown-ups are like that." she stroked the poof of his hair.
"I know enough to understand." he tried to smile. "Are all grown-ups like that?"
Amethyst orbs softened. "Not all...it depends."
They stayed in silence at the side of the wall.
"This is better than breakfast with the tutor..."
The doll laughed.
TBCA/N: gomen for any flaws i might have made...but hope you enjoyed!