...
It shouldn't have come to this...
Yet it has...
...I could, no should, have stopped him.
Yet I didn't...
It's funny how many times I've told myself this. How many times I have wallowed in a now almost comforting guilt. There is nothing I can do but to do what he says... and allow him to control me when he sees fit.
Maybe then I'll see her again.
No, I will see her again.
My little Belle...
The feeling of hard plastic between my hands sends a jolt of guilt into my heart.
I need to feel this guilt. Otherwise I will lose sight of my goal. I cannot lose her. She is all that I have left. Even if she and I can't see each other, we are still connected by heart and mind... even when my own are wasting away.
My finger spins a wheel on the toy I have in my hands. It whirs gently, reminding me of when she played with it in the RV back when life was simpler for us.
I want that again.
I just have to do a few more tasks...
Then he will let her go.
But...
I glance into the rear view mirror of the car I am sitting in, my irises red and my hair a black crow's nest.
...Will she see me as her father? Or... as her captor?
The sound of the wheels on the little car as I spin them with my fingers bring me back into focus. However, all this time I spend by myself in this... cage gives me time to think. And the only thing I can think of is how this all went so downhill.
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Toy Cars (A Project 863 Fanstory)
FanfictionA new Project 863 fanstory! Benjamin Cobalt never wanted it to be this way. He never wanted to be separated from someone he loved so much, and still does. He never wanted her to be at risk. But yet, fate has decided to make his worst fears true, and...
