the dollhouse | h.s.

thirty one

The dolls, Harry and I are all eating lunch in complete silence. None of us speak, all you can hear is the sound of breathing, chewing and emotional distraught in the echoing room. I'm sitting next to Liz and Dakota at the end of the table, furthest away from Harry. I don't even want to look at him.

As lunch ends, the girls and I start cleaning and packing up. Lola and Juliet wash the dishes, Dakota and Evie pack up, Macy and Liz sweep the floors, and I clean the benches. The moment is extremely awkward, since none of us wish to speak, but then Juliet does.

"Seems like we lose another girl every day" Juliet rolls her eyes.

"Why her though? She did nothing wrong." Lola says, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Apparently, she started the dungeon fire..." I say.

"So what? She started a fire. It was probably an accident. She didn't have to fucking die!" Juliet yells.

"Harry's just a dirty, worthless, evil, cowardly dic-"

Lola is cut off by Harry, "Hello."

"Hello, Harry" all the girls say at the same time.

"I'll be out for a bit, I'm catching up with Clive. I'll be back at around four." Harry winks and then leaves.

Great, Clive. There's officially no one I hate more than Clive. Murderer, kidnapper, and drug addict. But then again, that's exactly what Harry is.

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Harry

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I walk into the small, old fashioned cafe, where I'll be meeting Clive. The furniture is authentic, and there's only about two other people in here, which is good.

I see Clive sitting at a little table, and I go to meet him there.

"Greetings." Clive says as he sees me. I take a seat in front of him.

"Well done, Clive. Sarah's gone." I smirk with a sudden feeling of evil accomplishment.

"What was the exact reason on why Sarah Newman had to be killed, anyway?" Clive asks me, taking a sip of his coffee, holding the mug with two hands as he slouches in his chair.

"I thought I already told you?"

"Must've forgotten..."

"Well, Sarah had to die because she, probably purposely, began a flaming fire in the dungeon; now it's ruined." I say, gritting my teeth in anger of remembrance on that horrible night.

After that, Clive and I sit without saying a word. Here and there taking small sips from our too-hot coffees.

"Did I tell you I finally met Holly Parker at Niall's?"

"You did?" I say, and my eyebrows slightly shoot up.

"Yeah, lovely girl. Looooovely girl." Clive smirks.

"Sure is" I wink.

I've never had the relationship I have with Holly with any of my other dolls. Holly's just... Different in a way. Her pure blond, silky, delicate hair that falls perfectly in uneven layers. Her hypnotising, ocean blue eyes that I can stare at for hours. Her amazing, curvy body. Her gigantic, bright smile that can light up a room. And her bubbly, sassy, friendly personality that I've come to absolutely adore. Although Holly would have to be the dumbest blond I've ever met and locked lips with, I have to admit, she's special. Very special.

"How do you feel about Holly Parker?" Clive asks me out of the blue.

"She's gorgeous"

"Wow, what would Juliet Moore think about you saying that" Clive chuckles lightly.