Posted Oct. 2, 2020, 10:42 a.m. by Commander Ardashir "Jack" Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) (Steven Sigle)
Posted by Lieutenant Celina Rodriguez (Chief Tactical Officer) in Jack’s Quarters The Persian Water clock
Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in Jack’s Quarters The Persian Water clock
Posted by Lieutenant Celina Rodriguez (Chief Tactical Officer) in Jack’s Quarters The Persian Water clock
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Celina let out a raspy breath she had not realized she was holding. The next breath came through pursed lips as she worked to gain control of her emotions. In through your nose. Out through your mouth, she silently talked herself through several long minutes deciding her next move. Leaving Jack was not an option. It had never been an option even though she threatened to call security and he plugged in the code to wipe her from existence. Again, as always, neither of them followed through because life would not be life if they were not a part of it together.
Her eyes drifted from the monitor that held the static image of Jack slouched in the seat as his hand was caught hovering over the blurred document as he threw it towards the brass. Even though Jack’s posture was that of man beaten, the gaze frozen for all time was a man meticulously and methodically planning his revenge. Turning slightly in the seat, Jack could be seen moving about the room behind her getting another drink. Swiveling back, Celina reached up touching the monitor with the recording. Several more dates flashed across the screen. The files were dated going back it seemed to the start of his mission on Orion. One day she would go through them. Tonight however she was only interesting in a few specific ones.
Touching the first, Celina leaned back tucking her feet under her body. For years she had harbored a deep seeded resentment over the way his death was handled. Everything had turned out to be one lie compiled on another. The night they reconciled on Starbase 243 Jack had shared part of the story. Going back to his room, Jack showed her a file containing all his unsent responses to the communications she sent over six months from the time of his death. The therapist had told her it would help her deal with his death. In the end, it only proved Celina’s gut was correct. Jack hadn’t died and it was all an intelligence smoke and mirrors trick.
As with most under extreme stress, the mind allowed memories long buried dormant to resurface as if they were freshly burned. I don’t know if you will ever see this, but I will never stop. You will never have to wait for me again. I am done with rules and regulations. Jack had written that statement to her in his last unsent communication response. Now it all made sense as to why he said it. Jack had played his last card, indenturing himself for life to Starfleet Intelligence regardless of what it would cost him to give Celina what she had begged for in her state of grief.
Celina never doubted Jack struggled with his inability to contact her after the accident. What she had always questioned was his claim that he suffered as much as her. The file she selected was dated five months before the one he had shown her. 1.17.2389
The room was dimly lit. With no windows it was unknown if the time stamp was day or night. The sparcely furnished room held the bare essentials. A bio bed against one wall with the standard display above it only the name read Doe, John 005. Nothing in the room gave an indication of its occupant. Even the patient was hard to discern from the tubes, machines, and medical apparatus that clung to his body like mechanical leeches. The patient had to be sedated at minimum because there was no stirring in the bed. The scene could have been a photo instead of an actual recording given how still everything was.
A soft swish followed by voices indicated someone was approaching the bed. Familiar blues of Starfleet medical personnel broke the silence of the tomb like space as they appeared to be doing thier medical rounds. “BP is one hundred over seventy,” a voice called out taking a reading as the second person held a PaDD jotting down the answers. “Arterial oxygen is approximately 74 milliters. Pulse Ox is 92. One the lower side but with a punctured lung I am not too concerned,” the voice continued.
“I don’t know why they just didn’t put in one of those experimental pulmonary webbings. He would be a great candidate to try it out on. The man can’t sign his approval or protest if he dies. They spent enough money on him already,” the second nurse growled out annoyed.
“Don’t you worry Johnny Five. I am not going to let them hurt you,” the one nurse said softy brushing the hair off his brow tenderly.
“You and that stupid movie. If your boyfriend here doesn’t wake up soon they are gonna start shoving in robo parts. Brass wants him awake for questions and you know how much they hate to wait,” the gruff second voice snapped before turning and leaving the room.
The nurse taking the readings looked up at the camera chewing her bottom lip. Her medical partner was not wrong. John Doe number five was running out of time. Leaning down she pressed her lips to his ear whispering something so low it was unable to be picked up by the mike. The way her hand caressed his forearm as she spoke indicated her words probably had a said something tender and gently before standing back up and flipping off the camera on her way out.
Lt. Celina Rodriguez CTO
The next file date began to blip for her as it began to play, queued up to continue from where she just began she would be able to tell the time frame was five months later. The room seemed a stark contrast from the one before, as a woman stood over his him.
Soft mumbled words of Moosh could be heard as Jack seemed upset as he became aware of his surroundings. It wasn’t Celina, but Azita who was in the room with him as two began to exchange soft words as he began to cry in her arms. It had been six long months, his body had been rebuilt but his mind couldn’t reach the outside world. Azita too had a funeral, a tombstone in Tehran that read Ardashir Creed next to their parents. She had thought all had been lost only to find out he had made it out, but it wasn’t a victory Jack felt he could celebrate.
The tapped flashed forward as Jack sat on the edge of his bed. A shrink sitting across as Jack seemed agitated. “I just want to see her… I am tired of these tests, you all want me back on my ship then let me back in her life. You realize she is hurting just as much as my sister did… and I can help her… you gotta cut some red tape for me doc.”
“That’s not going to happen Ardashir, she’s at risk from contact with a ghost such as Maz Jabroni. Your life will continue, but if you love her you have to let go any idea of a life.” Nathan said as he took a deep breath. If he was honest he hated these counseling sessions. Starfleet used his services as he shook his head with a soft sigh.
“Look… I will try something, I don’t know what pull I even have but I do understand where you are coming from. I left Starfleet, I understand the red tape they put you under… I doubt I can do anything, but maybe if I mention a closed meeting something they can monitor… I just can’t promise this works.” Nathan added as Jack took a deep breath and nodded.
“Anything is better than watching her wither from afar, I had to be bleed dry just to be alive right now, there is parts in me I don’t even know who makes them. OMAP Cybernetics I heard them whisper but… that’s Aedan Teller, some hopped up playboy from OED. It doesn’t make any sense why I am alive, I should have been dead three times over yet now everything about me is stitched together with science and little bit of voo doo, you don’t come back from having a three story building dropped on you doc… so why am I here?” Jack asked, knowing the man didn’t have the answers.
This shrink even being there was simply cause Jack had decked the last two when they kept trying to claim he imagined Celina like he was some beautiful mind experiment. Having broke out of his holding cell and took down 8 guards to get into a locked facility where he found the records of Celina before they knocked him out was enough for them to admit their deception. They wanted him pliable, but he was’t sure why.
“Hell if I know, I don’t even know how you got me here, but I am… and I want to help. I just don’t think they will let me for long, not jumping through hoops has always been my specialty in the service.” Nathan said with a smirk.
Nodding Jack watched as Nathan left, as he did he pulled out the photo by the side of his bed as he looked at it with a pained longing look. “I know you are out there Moosh… I will find you.” he said softly as he kissed the frame.
“Well?” Jack could be heard hollering from the other room as he sat with his feet propped up on the sofa with a drink in one hand and a glass on the table with a bottle of Tequila next to it. Celina always loved the drink to calm her down, and he felt the two of them needed this right now. Regardless of her choice, things would be changed for them forever.
She didn’t respond to his question. Partially because she didn’t know what to say and partially because questions were flooding her mind as if a damn had burst. She could have sat for hours and watched clip after clip of Jack’s ordeal but what would it reveal that she didn’t already know: That Jack was willing to do whatever was required to safe guard those he loved and the Federation? Creed’s passion and devotion to his family and career was what Celina loved most about him. The lies and secrets under the guise of protecting her was what she could not handle.
Untucking her feet from beneath her, Celina took a deep breath as she rose from the chair in the room she knew so well. Moving from the small recess to the living room, Celina felt like her legs were filled with lead weights. Glancing out at the large window behind Jack, the air seemed to shimmer slightly as the shielding seemed intent on not even letting the stars be privy to the events of this room. Picking up one of the pillows that she had tossed earlier, Celina sat on the edge of the couch, hugging the pillow tight, as she curled her feet under her body.
“Jack I,” her voice caught in her chest. It sounded weak and fragile in her own ears. Pull it together Rodgriguez, she chastised herself. Just because you learned more than you bargained for does not change what happened. Focus on the task at hand. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Jack reclined at the end of the couch. On a normal evening, she would have plopped down laying her head on his knee ready to watch some movie until it was time for bed. The long pregnant pause made the air feel thick as if it could be cut with a knife. Reaching for the bottle, she poured a shot for herself hesitating before setting the bottle down.
“The last time we had a conversation of this magnitude it was when I arrived on Starbase 243 ready to board the Manhattan. Remember that,” she looked at him still holding the bottle. “We talked. We drank.” Celina kept the tone and volume neutral. Blinking she tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over her dark lashes.
“When does it start…or end,” she looked up at the ceiling blinking rapidly. “I know I love you,” she looked back down to meet his gaze. “I just don’t know what is real and what is fake. I can’t keep having the world I build around you crumble every few years. We were supposed to be married Jack,” her voice cracked as the first tear broke lose and ran down her cheek. Quickly swiping it away with the back of her hand she continued.
“That was never my intention. Why do you think I always insist on hurrying the wedding. I want to be able to let you in more, as much as I can but the only loop hole I found was marriage. It was always my goal for us… long before all this” he said as he took another swig from his glass before putting it down on the table.
“I though was hoping I could make it faster. Sadly both our families want to be a part of everything. I wasn’t even really sure once you said I do how to broach this all… this isn’t exactly honeymoon talking points” Jack said as he took a deep sigh. He wasn’t sure what was supposed to come from this but part of him felt better. Protocols be damned he was tired of living the woman he loved in the dark cause some faceless asshole told him to.
“How am I supposed to marry you when for the second time in our life you are ready to throw me aside only this time,” she felt the anger rising again in the pit of her stomach. “This time you want me to make the choice. Push a button. Make a choice. On or off. Stay here and say I do or get swept away to some other posting on the ass end of the universe. If you really loved me,” she set the bottle down and traded it for the shot. The hot liquid burned sliding down her throat helping her focus on not falling apart. “If you loved me,” she pointed the shot glass at him, “you would not have given me that choice because that choice was never on the table for me.” Placing a hand to her chest, Celina felt the pain of her heart breaking like she did the day she found out Maz Jabroni had died.
“I’m not throwing you aside. This was something I simply feared. My world is one I don’t get to let almost anyone in, and most people find it distasteful.” He said as he looked over at her, wanting her to realize just what this all meant in his mind.
“That button was made to give you a freedom you loose when you say I do. It’s not a forever button, those digits activate a timer. Thirty minutes to finish the sequence and then it terminates, erases the subroutine and… you become bound. I don’t think you quite understand what staying with me means.” Jack said, he knew she wouldn’t want to press it but there was other aspects she wasn’t sure of.
Celina’s mind was swimming. She felt like she was drunk trying to make a life decision. None of this made any sense. Was Jack for the first time in his life making a mountain out of a molehill as he often accused Celina of doing when she ambushed him with the we have a problem speech. “I am not sure you understand what being married means. Bound for life is marriage.” For the first time in this conversation, Celina’s voice had a slight edge of humor to it. It was sarcastic but still there. “I am Catholic and Hispanic. The only was you or I were ever getting out of this marriage thing was death so at least being taken out to behind the barn is faster. If we had to result to the law offices of It’s hers vs. That’s his we are sacrificing my eternal soul. There are worse things than death,” Celina poured a second shot. At this point she was still cognizant of the dribbles from the bottle not spilling a single one on the table surface. Mentally however, Celina made a not to get a rag or towel to be prepared for the impending mess. This was going to be a long night with an equally long hang over the next day. Lucky for her she was best friends with the one person on the ship that could misdiagnose a drinking binge as a random virus giving her a free day off work. His solemn expression however did sober her up slightly from the slight divergence to humor and back onto the topic. Maybe Jack did have the wrong idea of what he was getting into with her.
“It doesn’t just bind you to me, you become bound to SI, like me. I don’t think you understand their vows are a little bit more extreme than for poorer or for sickness… wait that… I mean for richer or for health… or… something like that.” Jack said with as he didn’t know how much he had drunk before hand but thought process seemed to be a bit blurred. “There vows often are don’t snitch or get stitches.”
“You don’t give up on someone ever,” she leveled a finger at him. “You don’t just give someone an out when it gets hard or uncomfortable. Family is about staying together. Never leaving no matter what changes in life. What do you want from me Jack? Do you want me to choose a nine and slip away into a new life,” Celina rapidly brushed away the tears as they cascaded down her cheeks? “Are you going to let me make that choice in the future this easily when things don’t go right? If you say yes then that means you are willing to let me and my baby just walk out of your life as easily as pressing a button, then I can’t marry you. If you say not then why even give me the option if you can’t follow through with it. Don’t give me some patented reply either. I want the truth because I,” she felt her voice hitch,” would never find leaving or losing you to be an option I would willfully chose.” The words felt like an ultimatum and in a sense it was. If Jack answered yes, she would have no choice but to leave. She could not spend the rest of her life, raising thier kids, only to know at any second the rug could be pulled and she would be left with nothing. Sucking in a large breath, she fought to keep her breathing to a regular tempo. Right now she had to know where Jack’s head space was.
Lt. Celina Rodriguez
“Of course I don’t want you to press that button, but the rules are simple… you letting the subroutine terminate is what SI considers willfully agreeing to work for them under my supervision… so you not taking the out binds you just as much as it binds me. That’s the world I live in, and it is a world you will become part of… to an extent.” He said as he took a deep breath as he stood up as he paced back and forth.
“Binds me under your supervision? What are we the Incredibles pre Dash, Violet and Jack Jack,” she raised an eyebrow looking at him. While the conversation was serious Celina could not help but find it slightly amusing. Downing her third shot, Celina finally felt the warmth relaxing her. Closing her eyes, she let it work the stiffness from her shoulders. “I also think a ring does that. Bind us together. In fact,” she waved her shot glass absently about in front of her as she talked, “I am pretty sure that ring thing says I am taken. Ah…ohh,” she sucked in air feigning surprise looking at her hand and then egngagment ring on it. “What is this? Am I already wearing a ring?” Her mind began to slip from the hot anger to laced with sarcasm
“It’s not just about a wedding ring, you become something you never signed up for… your parents didn’t die, you didn’t go on some vendetta and bite off more than you could chew… you just fell in love with some schmuck who put a ring on your finger wanting to give you the world.” Jack said as he smiled slightly. She wasn’t quite grasping it he didn’t think, but she was making him beam and feel amazing.
If Jack thought only a wedding ring caused men to back up the bus, he was not as smart as she thought. “Oh Bob I would love to go out with you but I am sure the XO would blow you out the airlock if he found you and I in Ten Forward looking all dreamy-eyed over dripping candles.” Tossing her hair about she whipped her head back in a mock portrayal of laughter splaying her hands over her chest faking a smile. “Why Dan yes I do work my glutes? I am so thrilled you can tell as I run around the track but I am not sure Commander Creed would find it a good idea to have you as my personal trainer.” Celina fluttered her eyes coyly with a large smile before instantly wiping it clear from her face. “Rings, papers, SI none of them actually keep you married. People keep people married.” The clink of the shot glass on the table was like a gavel punctuating her sentence.
“Computer, time for subroutine termination.” He asked as the computer game back.
“8 minutes and 43 seconds”
“Wait…you are serious. You set a timer,” Celina looked at Jack wide-eyed. Throughout their relationship time had always been a factor with them. He was on time, she felt it was more of a guideline as to when to be ready or show up for something. While this was a much-needed conversation, Celina did think Jack was taking it a bit over the top with an actual count down.
“So, I don’t want you to go… and you don’t get to know everything if you stay… but this is kind of the SI version of you saying I do… and you can’t leave after. There is no divorce from SI, least not a way I have found yet… and while I want you with me forever I want you to understand that risk it puts you under.” Jack said as he looked back over at her, worried this was going to be too much. The SI had been right bastards but he wasn’t sure what terrified him more, her saying she wanted out… or her letting the subroutine fail.
“I do everything to protect you, and if you stay that will not change. I don’t want you to go… I want my life forever with you… you just need to know what that life is.”
“ETA 6 mins and 22 seconds” came the computer voice as Jack looked up and nodded as he took a deep breath.
Jack could take his timer and shove it where the sun didn’t shine. There was too much to process and they needed a moment breather. Pushing off the edge of the couch, Celina rose to her knees dropping the pillow to the floor. Moving across the couch, she bobbled and wobbled as her knees sunk into the sof fabric. This conversation was not going to be over in the next eight minutes. It probably was going to percolate up over the next few days. Too much had occurred for her to wave it off with a head nod agreeing to the need to know basis. There was no way two people could live on a need to know basis. Did Jack expect her to randomly accept a message that he was going on a mission and had no idea when he was returning? He knew her far better than that. She might not need to know every detail but if Jack was going to to turn them and thier future family into some weird version of a spy ring syndicate, he was sadly mistaken. “I just need to know that we are in this together,” she said moving from her cushion to straddling his lap tucking one knee on either side of this body. Taking his hands in hers, she curled her fingers around his interlocking thier hands. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his soft and gentle. She could taste the hint of rum on his lips and breath as she deepened the kiss. Long seconds passed where she didn’t think about Faye or clocks or Starfleet. Her focus was only on the one person in the universe that mattered.
Lt. Celina Rodriguez CTO
“I’ve always been on team Lil C, and I will always do this with you. You have been my world since the day you put cuffs on me.” he said in between the kisses as he wrapped his arms around her as he lifted her up and let her wrap her legs around his waist.
“If you want to relive old times you can call me sir,” she teased kissing his neck breathlessly. “You were incognito with the rank. We car write something different than what happened that night if you want. Something far better than sitting in a cold cell, staring at the ceiling.” It was hard to talk or even tease with the flux of emotions running through her. Anger, sadness, love, devotion: all were culminating in a desperate need to be released at once. The stress of the evening required she release all of this in one for or another. As her hands moved up to his hair, she pulled slightly venting the anger and exposing the lines of his neck as she kissed him
“Just don’t tell anyone about my secret spy closet…” he said as he began to walk through the door as their bedroom opened up.
“It’s my quiet place…” he said as he placed her on the bed as he pinned her down as he began kissing her deeper.
“So we are rewriting our history,” she wiggled slightly shifting position so that their bodies met like a perfect puzzle piece. “I am pretty sure I was not in this position that night.”
“Five minute mark and counting,” came the computer voice from the other room.
The only thing that was convenient about the uniforms Starfleet issued was the relative ease in which they were donned and doffed. The purpose of this was due to the constant state of needing to be ready for duty at a moments notice. Cadets in the academy learned quickly why there were few fasteners on the trousers. When a red alert at 0200 hours on a ship sounded, Starfleet personnel were ready in an instant; however as easy as it was to don your uniform, it was equally as easy to doff a shirt with the soft stretchy fabric. Celina was taking full advantage of this aspect of Jack’s apparel as she slid her fingers up along his back pulling the fabric with her. She could only get it off so far with Jack focusing on her instead of shedding his rank to the floor next to the bed.
“ETA 4 mins and 30 seconds” came the computer voice again from the other room. It was softer now or was it simply that it was competing with the ambient noise now emminating from the bedroom. As if a whisper it was there and then gone.
“Jack I love you. I don’t know what I am going to do with you but I love you,” she moaned moving her hands to the waistband of her skirt as Jack tended to his own preparations for bed. They had been together long enough that staring at each other no long made one feel insecure. It was the point that each of them knew that as one’s eyes took in every curve and angle, it was due to admiration and desire instead of scrutiny. Letting her eyes trail after Jack’s hands, she drank in the line that ran down his stomach. The tight, toned skin begged to have her nails trace each ripple of muscle.
“ETA 2 mins and 30 seconds” came the computer voice barely audible over the sounds from the back room.
Celina’s mind raced with tumultuous thoughts as her hands moved on autopilot. So much was routine with Jack after all these years but routines weren’t bad. Routines spoke of familiarity and comfort. Routines were often shortcuts getting one to where they needed to be in the fastest amount of time. At this moment, Celina did not want long hours to pass between them before her needs were satiated. The throb and ache deep inside caused by the emotional turmoil could only be extinguished by the one person who knew what to say, how to hold her, and take her to a place where numb thoughts blotted out reality.
“One minute mark and counting. Voice command required,” came the computer voice from the other room.
“Jack. Jack, Jack,” she yelled out biting her lip as he no longer spoke but continued to take her where she needed to be. Celina was vaguely aware this was not a typical bedtime routine. He was taking far more time meeting her needs that satisfying his own. Somewhere in her subconscious, she knew his attention to detail in these frenzied moments was to assure her on a carnal level, of their bond. He was devoted to her and every action by him and reaction by her created the sensation they were one team in mind, body, and soul.
Jack. Jack. Jack. His name poured rhythmically from her lips. The world melted and blurred. It was getting harder to form thoughts and words. These moments were always the same with them. Life became a fog where the edges of reality lurked begging to pull one out of the bliss. Celina’s mind fought to stay lodged deep in this fog where nothing mattered but him and here.
“Final thirty seconds countdown commencing. Authorization needed,” came the computer voice from the other room echoed from the room as Celina flopped back on the bed breathing heaving and staring at the ceiling. Pulling the sheets up under her arms, she worked to restore her breathing to a normal level.
“Mr. Creed…I promise to follow you anywhere as long as you,” she took his hand in hers, “never stop kissing me like you did just now.” Glancing a the time next to the bed, Celina could not help but stifle a laugh. “Wow, a little pre-marital strife, and you and I become two teens in the back seat of mom’s sedan.” She had never been that quick and yet felt so deeply relaxed. It was most probably due to the combination of booze and emotions but whatever caused her to feel like this that fast was something she wanted to repeat and repeat often.
“Authorization accepted. Command code sent,” the voice spoke softly before the lights on the console blinked off sending it a confirmation to the dark recesses of space.
Lt Celina Rodriguez CTO
“Well…” Jack said as pulled Celina up close as he held her in his arms. “I am going to now have to remove your fingerprints and get you a new identity … what facial features do you think you want to be?” he said with a teasing tone as he kissed the top of her forehead.
Celina pushed off of his chest as far as his grip around her body would let her see his face. Tonight was going to be filed as one of those nights two people did not ever speak of again but was burned into the fabric of their relationship. It was the type of nights where two people were sealed forever regardless of what the future held. “Are you serious?”
The comment was not too far out of reason. Jack lived an entire year by a false identity so seamlessly even she had no reason to question his name or stories.
“I am thinking we go for some busty Irish lass, you could have the same fiery temper.” he said knowing she would be hitting him, most likely with a pillow, and second after he said this.
“Busty Irish Lass my ass,” she wiggled and fought until she was sitting straddled across him with one of those decorative throw pillows all women used and all men hated. Holding it in her hand she looked at him. “Just for the record, if I don’t got fingerprints, they can’t pin anything on me if I smother you with this. Just sayin’ hero.” Whacking him on the face with it for good measure she then curled up on his chest. “So we really need to decide if we are going with butterscotch or honey as the accent color for the wedding. We really need to set a date and to do that we need the wedding palate finalized.”
Lt Celina Rodriguez CTO
“See now… now you are just threatening me with a good time.” Jack said as he curled up with her as he felt a final peaceful feeling with her. “I love you Moosh, more than anything… I can’t do this without you… ever… wedding or no wedding you are mine forever, but I do prefer the wedding so let’s get that part ironed out now.”
“Well, my mother and abeula’s have been making them for the past six months. Because your sister thinks we need to invite everyone you ever met or spoke your name since your birth we have about five hundred.” Turning over to her side she pulled his arms around her tightly not wanting to look at him for the next part. “As soon as I settle on the dress we can have a seamstress start making the La Muneca.” Holding her breath, Celina waited for Jack to realize she was talking about the doll. Puerto Rican wedding customs only involved two things: the capias and the la muneca. Jack was fine with one but the other he had not been so receptive to accepting.
Jack knew of the capias due to the large box of them stored in their closet from all the weddings, quinceañeros, baptisms, and First Communions Celina had attended. The capias were essentially a wedding favor given to guests to remember the events. The la muneca was an entirely different ball game. While Celina thought it was creepy after the age of ten, tradition dictated that a doll, dressed similarly to the bride, needed to be placed at the head of the main table preferably in front of the groom. Guests were then allowed to leave small gifts and trinkets to the look-alike doll for the couple to later open.
Lt. Celina Rodriguez CTO
“I am not having those dolls, we can do whatever else you want… I can have a mariachi band be our DJ, holographic Shakira singing… I will let people dress like day of the dead if wanted… but I am not having a doll… none… I have fought Klingons bare handed… but no doll is going to be in my house.” Jack said emphatically, he wasn’t at all kidding when he said he hated dolls. He would odds are burn it when she slept. His sister used to torture him with this phobia when they were kids. Of course, normal dolls don’t bother him, it was always the life like ones, or ones of porcelain. They got his goat and he didn’t want anything to do with the evil they had.
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