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MMS – Epilogue – The Birthday Party

I had been a month. A month of strangeness and wonder and fear and excitement. A month where I started a new job. A job that turned out to have its own challenges and joys. A job that kept me on my toes three days a week. A job that sent me home with a paycheck that...

MMS – Chapter 16 – Anything

I awoke to a sharp pain. I had turned in my sleep and was leaning on my sore and bruised thigh. The pain was low and warm and gave me bad dreams I couldn’t remember. It was early morning. Gray light from the window. Birds chirped in the distance. I remembered family...

MMS – Chapter 15 – Comfort

I vaguely remember Chase and Marcy taking me out of the ropes. Someone picked me up and carried me up the stairs. I was put into bed, and for a few minutes I fell asleep, which seems ridiculous, but my body just sort of gave up for a while. I awoke to a cool breeze...

MMS- Chapter 14 – Marcy’s Turn

As Trudy led me back to my room, I remembered being a child and waiting to be taken into surgery to get my tonsils out. I was sure I was going to die under the knife. I had a lot of the same feelings as I numbly followed Trudy’s instruction. I didn’t ask as she drew a...

MMS- Chapter 13 – Back to the Mansion

My life had been turned upside down. Two ghosts down and one to go, but there was no sign of Marcy yet. Plus I’d hardly spoken to Mr. McIntyre that whole week. So I waited. I’d made his calls and typed his letters and even stood inches from him and poured his coffee....

MMS – Chapter 12 – Tea

My life was no longer my own, and that made a strange calm come over me. I had never been very good at decisions. I had never been particularly comfortable with the direction my life was going. Suddenly I was at the mercy of Mr. McIntyre and his friends, and I...

MMS – Chapter 11 – Jazz

Frankly, there were few things I expected to find in my apartment less than Chase Llewellyn chatting up my roommate Eloise. I almost wanted to check the address because I was sure it had to be in the wrong place. No, there he was, so pretty in a white dress shirt and...

MMS – Chapter 10 – Failure

I didn’t remember the train ride home. I didn’t remember Penn Station or the cab or opening the door to my apartment. All I knew was that I saw things on a Sunday in Autumn. I wrote them down in a little book, and I gave them away, and then I was lying in my dingy...

MMS – Chapter 9 – Minutes

I’ve been given a notebook and a pen, and I’ve been told to write down everything. Everything? If I am going to do that, I guess I need to give you a little background, after all, who knows who might be reading this? My name is Abigail. I’m twenty-two, boring and not...

MMS – Chapter 8 – Dressage

I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know what I was wearing. I remember a flash of white polka dots on a sea of navy blue. A little pillbox hat. My face got flushed if I thought about Ms. Peterson pulling up the stockings that clipped to the garters under my dress....

MMS – Chapter 7 – Dress-up

Marcy came in with that same power she always had, as if she owned the place and had forgotten she bought something so distasteful. She looked at me like I was an oddity, like she was still trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. She was carrying a few...

MMS – Chapter 5 – A Visit from Marcy

She didn’t say anything, she just walked in. She just brushed me aside and sauntered in with that strut she had. She looked around as she pulled each finger of her glove off. “You don’t look sick,” she said, looking me up and down as I closed and locked the door. “I...

MMS – Chapter 4 – The First Assignment

There was a line, and it had been crossed. I wasn’t stupid. I knew how I looked. I was his puppy dog, his whipping post, his girl Friday. I swooned around him and jumped at his every command. For all my dedication and obedience, all I got a pat on the head, not even...

MMS – Chapter 3 – Diary Entry

The next morning I awoke early, tossed from sleep by a dream. On the train into work, I wrote it out in my diary. April 19thIn the dream, there is a large, lavish hotel room. Rich crimson and gold wallpaper, a huge bed, gilded chairs and opulent mirrors. Mr. McIntyre...

MMS – Chapter 2 – Missed Appointments

I took a deep breath and looked up at the clock again. It was a quarter to noon, which meant Mr. McIntyre was- the thought made me pause. He was in his “meeting.” He was in his hotel room at that very moment. He was doing things, things that made me bite my lip just...

MMS – Chapter 1 – Morning Routine

Like a hundred mornings before, I sat at my desk and waited for him. The clock ticked in slow motion and I crossed and uncrossed my legs to try and stop them from their never-ending nervous bouncing. I worked in vain to relax as I went through my morning ritual. Every...