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“I do love hot chocolate,” Margery confessed.
“And you love talking to us and telling us how you’re feeling.” Clinton gave her a big smile.
“I don’t know about that part,” she mumbled.
Who really liked talking about why their emotions? She didn’t, but here she was, ready to tell them things. Maybe it was for the best.
Margery walked over and sat on the chair. Her whole body was rigid next to Uncle Dahmere. She was so small up against him. He could sit on her, and a second later, she would be dead. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but there was no way she would be getting out.
“Relax. I’m not going to bite,” he calmly said.
She forced her shoulders to relax as she leaned back in her chair.
“You can start whenever you want. To make it easier, how about you tell us why you’re frustrated,” Uncle Clinton suggested as he made her hot chocolate. “Do you want any hot chocolate, Dahmere?”
“Sure.” Dahmere nodded.
She took a deep breath as Dahmere looked at her. It was now or never.
“I’m confused and can’t make up my mind,” she whispered.
“And why are you confused? I’m assuming not being able to make up your mind is why you’re confused. But tell me if I’m wrong.” Uncle Dahmere looked away.
Could he tell how nervous she was when he looked at her? She didn’t know, but she was grateful he turned away.
“I’m confused about…” she sighed. Was she really about to tell them her dilemma? “You’re going to think it’s dumb.”
“No, we won’t,” Uncle Clinton said as he handed her the cup.
She rolled her eyes and nodded. If they laughed or said it was dumb, then she was going to walk out with her hot chocolate. She didn’t need that in her life, especially right now.
“Ethan is a bad guy. Yes, I’ve known him since we were kids, but he’s changed. He faked his own death. I thought he was dead for eighteen years. I love him because I never stopped loving him, but it’s different, and it’s hard. He stalked me, kidnapped me, and put me through so much. He has killed two people for me, and he does illegal activities. Can I live with myself if I’m with him? Or should I leave?”
She took in a deep breath and stared at them. Both of them blinked several times but didn’t say anything.
“See, you probably think it’s dumb. He put me through so much, and he’s a bad person. Is it wrong for me to be turned on and love him even more? This isn’t normal. People who get kidnapped are normally taken by random people and not a person they thought was dead for almost two decades. I feel like I’m crazy for wanting to stay with him. Dumb for thinking about it, but part of me still always will love him.”
Uncle Dahmere and Clinton stayed silent. Margery took a long sip of her hot chocolate and sighed in contentment. It was amazing. She wished she could curl up in a blanket and read her books with this hot chocolate. It sounded so amazing right now.
“I just don’t want to make the wrong decision. What if I decide to leave and I regret it for the rest of my life? What if I decide to stay and I can’t live with myself because he has killed people, will continue to kill people, and does illegal things?”
At this point, she was going to continue to speak until they decided to say something. Maybe this is exactly what she needed. A place to rant and get everything off her chest.
She did it with her Jonesy, but he was a stuffed animal. This was different. They were two people who could respond and give their input on things—if they decided to speak.
The more she talked, the less she felt like they were actually going to respond. They just kept looking at her with blank expressions. Maybe this was a mistake instead of something that was supposed to help her.
“Maybe I’m just thinking too much about it, or maybe I’m not thinking enough about it. Perhaps I’m missing somethingthat I wasn’t before. I don’t know what to do. I honestly just want somebody else to make the decisions for me..”
She took several deep breaths in and waited for them to say something. She had given her peace, and now she was waiting for their feedback. What they were going to tell her. But as the seconds went by, they didn’t say anything.
“Are you going to continue to look at me, or are you actually going to say something? You were the ones that wanted me to tell you what was going on. Now you don’t have anything to say?” Margery raised her voice.
Margery knew she was being slightly rude, but she couldn’t help it. They were the ones he wanted her to talk to them. But now they weren’t saying anything.
“This was a mistake. A complete waste of time,” she announced as she sat her cup on the counter.
“Wait. Give us a couple of seconds to think. We don’t want to give you a willy-nilly response. That wouldn’t do you any good,” Clinton responded.
