Hi! I'm back with more Breach! This time she's about 12-14 instead of 6-8. This is boarder line mature so beware so enjoy!
Chapter 2: Bre the Barbie
Bre leaned back into the cool wall behind her. He tossed the blankets off and waited for him to come and get her. She watched the shadows dance and sing. She loved the sound it gave her comfort until he ended her safe feelings. Her fingers ran over the delicate features of the Barbie in her hands.
The small crook of her nose to the plumb bumps of her lips. The blue eyes stared back at her aimlessly. The silky black hair was long and fell over her fingers. Bre's eyes trailed down to her naked form. Two identical mounds for breast and curvy lines for a waist. Long tan legs attacked by a small 'U' shaped curve for a private area.
Bre looked down at her form. Budding in her chest were showing through and her waist began to develop a subtitle roundness. He always like her. Called her pretty. His ebony butterfly, his dark Barbie. He even went as far as purchasing the doll for her. It was a staking resemblance but the doll wouldn't do for all she could for him, apparently.
Three knocks. Tap. Tap. Tap. And he was in. He was her foster father. He'd slip from his plump wife at night and roam to her room. Tap. Tap. Tap. Then he'd step in. After the first night he instructed her to sleep in the nude for him. She obey. Like the good doll she was.
"Hello Bre." He stepped closer to her. She could practically smelled the cigarette that had been dangling from his mouth before dinner. Midnight stroke.
He placed a scummy hand on her shoulder, looking at her naked body. He removed the doll from her hands and placed it away on the floor. Bre's eyes followed. "Time to play." Good thing dolls were silent, they can't scream for help.
The next morning Bre woke up alone, like always. She slowly shifted over to get ready for her private school. She dressed the Barbie in a shirt and skirt then placed it into her back pack. Bre couldn't leave her here for the same fate.
"Good morning!" Called her foster mother, Gloria. She put a plate of pancakes and eggs in front of an empty chair in the dinning room. "Come let's eat." Bre looked at the door.
Her foster mom wasn't that bad..just a failure. She failed losing weight. She failed at college. She failed to see that her husband went to other women. She failed to see that other woman was her foster child. She failed to see the obvious. All for the reason to protect. The one thing she could do right. Protect herself.
"Let her go, Gloria. She must've had a long night." Ray the 'he' said smiling at his own sick joke. Bre walked to the door without a word. She wouldn't have to see them ever again.
"Bre! Hey." yelled Mai. She and her three friends called her over. The picture perfect faces.
Barbie dolls with her arms locked with ken dolls walked around the front yards. They fell right in place, all of them. The nerd collectibles, and the artsy toys, and the jock action figures. Every one fell into step but it seemed Bre was off a beat.
Bre gave a short wave and stayed still so her 'friends' could come close. Mai, Terra, Donna, and Guinevere smiled and had their long hair swish with every step. Their long cream arms were enter locked and the forming c-cups bounced lightly. Picture perfect.
"Bre come one let's go!" Terra called. She was the loud friend. Her bleach white hair ran down to her hips.
"Shh! Terra! She can hear you! You are like four feet and eight inches away." Told Donna exactly. She was the smart friend. Bre moved quietly to the pack of per-made drones. All with different faces but the same programing like with all the rest of the world's school.
Mai grabbed and Bre's arm and walked with her to school's front door. Bre completed the set. Loud Terra, Smart Donna, Musical Guinevere, Likable Mai, and now Silent Bre. They were ready for there spot on the display table.
Half way during class, Bre swept away to the empty bathroom. She had time. The puke puppets and make up manacins wouldn't come till about 12:30. She sat on the toilet seat and took out the doll.
Her shimmery hair bounced light off its strands. He face and body still as perfect as it was the day it was made. Bre decided to fix that. Bre was the doll. And Bre was far from 'prefect'.
She took out a small cutting knife. She looked back and forth from knife to doll. With an easy swipe she slashed the right arm of the doll. Instead of blood, there was a thin white line with plastic peelings falling off. She raised the knife to her own arm and with the same ease, slice down in the same direction.
Crimson liquid slipped out the fresh cut. It seemed the wound let out more then blood, to Bre's surprise. The eerie voices roaming the back of her mind fell forth, cover in her blood.
"Murder." They whispered. "Killer. God forsaken. Your just like her." The murmured in a harmonic way that put her to a pain filled sleep.
"Stop." her voice cracked and quivered. She sliced the dolls right hand, then did the same to her own. More voices.
"Monster. Demon. Killer." The sang louder and louder. Every cut on the doll replicated her own. She didn't stop until the Barbie's arms were covered in the white slashes and the voices were to loud to stop.
"Killer. Monster. Just like her. Demon. Ugly. Tainted. Just like him." Bre's minded flashed with pictures of her forceful mother and disgusting foster father. The voices screamed so loud she was sure the school shook from the sheer volume.
"Killer. God forsaken. Imperfection. Chaos made man. Go destroy some more." The voices sent tears and blood to drip to the sparkling bathroom floor. Bre summoned the last of her strength and edged some last words into the stall door. She dropped the bloody knife with a sharp clank, the doll with a soft thud. She ran out the bathroom running from the voices as the screamed their song of trues at her. No one knew the blood soaked girl run out the building and would never be seen again.
Mai and the gang had gone looking for Bre at lunch.
"She went to the bathroom. I hope everything okay." Fretted Mai as she pushed open the bathroom door. She and her friends screamed to see a trail of blood droplets painted on the floor. Terra, the loud mouth, ventured to follow the crimson path to find a bloody door, her friends not far behind. Inside the stall was a knife, cover in blood of course, and a black haired Barbie that was coated in long scratches.
On the door in Bre's perfect handwriting was craved a message sprinkled in blood.
"Barbie is no more."
There! That was really sad for me to write. Poor Breach. It's really dark and scary this one. The next one isn't another Breach doll. It's a special little girl who wants to be her favorite...umm who could that be?
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Next: Tammy the baby! With real killing powers!