Rachel
Since the day you were born, you are mine, Rachel Williams.
What the hell was he talking about? His? I was his? Since the day I was born? Since I was a baby? Ew. What of him, a pervert? Because only a maniac would have that thought toward a baby.
“How could you say that?” I asked him in disbelief.
“Because I said so. You are mine, Rachel.”
“I’m not your doll, Cameron.”
“But you are mine.”
“Oh, enough of this!” I pushed him away and quickly rose before he could do something to me again. “How selfish of you. Do you think you could declare that I was yours that easily? I’m not yours, Cameron. I will never be yours.”
“But you want me, dolly,” he dropped the bomb. I scoffed; I swore I almost laughed.
“I do not.”
He snickered. “I know my doll very well. I don’t like it when you
