Hey ppl! Thanks for the reviews! Here is more Doll mania but this one is centered around Breach but her little friend from her episode. Don't worry Breach is still in it. Thx to Solora Goldsun her little bit will be freatured! Enjoy.
Chapter 3: Tammy the baby doll that kills
Tammy was cute. Supple checks, round and smooth. Small adorable dashes of brown for freckles that scattered across her nose like the stars did the night. Honey blonde hair that was always cut short to her ear.
Tammy's mother had once thought she was cute. She took her everywhere. The mall, night classes at the University of Ohio, to meetings with her friends. They would sit in groups and whine how they all wanted dolls like Tammy.
At night Sara, the mom, would tuck Tammy the baby doll into fluffy covers, kiss her head, and tell her she was her favorite. Tammy was filled with pure bliss. The little doll wanted to stay favorite in the mother's eyes she cooked and cleaned since she was old enough to hold a broom and pan. She needed to stay favorite. To be remembered. Tammy didn't know girls grow up. When girls grow up they lose interest in baby dolls.
Soon after Tammy was ten, Sara got a new favorite. It had a was a glass green tinted bottle filled to the brim with a bubble brown juice. Sara seemed to play with the juice more than she did with Tammy. Sara yelled and slept more. She kept Tammy on the shelf and played with the bottle more.
After a year of playing with the bottle and Tammy who was coated in dust of the past. Sara found a new favorite. It was white powder in a bag. Sara would crave the powder even when her nose was stinging red. Tammy lost her pretty doll house and was moved to a slummy box.
Tammy tried her best to compete with the baggy of unknown subsistence. She'd cook Sara's favorite food. She stopped going to school to tend to her mother who sometimes had sickly episodes. The blondie clean the house just like Sara liked it. She even want as far as hiding the bag from her mother. Sara didn't like that. Her new favorite was to deeply embedded in her system. She beat Tammy till her bottom bleed. Tammy got the bag and left to got back to her shelf.
To get more bags Sara brought new favorites. Men of different sizes and shapes would come and play. Tammy could her them moaning in joy from her spot upstairs. Sometimes her mom would slip in and feed her some colorful candy.
"Swallow." Sara said softly, patting her back with was love. Cold and distant but love! Tammy thought the candy was a game so she gladly swallowed them.
The candy made her sleepy. When she woke up she would be naked on their pull out cough. Sara would call her a 'whore' and command she go get dress. Every time she ate the candy her mother would use that word.
"It must mean favorite in another language." Tammy thought ignorantly, to afriad to admit the truth that had bubbled under the surface. So Tammy would crave for mother to call her that, it reassured her and gave her a false sense of security. She would look forward to the nights when mother gave her candy and take her down to play with her guy friends.
"Swallow." Sara murmured in her ear. One night Tammy decided she would be remember the fun so she held the candy in her mouth and closed her eyes. Sara lifted her twelve year old daughter into her arms and carried her down stairs.
"What a cute little thing. Barely over four and a half feet." Remarked a gruff voice. The girl was small and light from years of lack of food, neglect, and proper growth stimulants. Tammy felt a large and caress her body, lingering on her barley budding chest.
"How much?" The voice asked.
"20 bucks an hour. The pills would keep her out for at least 6 or 7." Said a high voice. Sara. What pills? Tammy ran her tongue of the small candies in her mouth that were fizzy from saliva. What pills?
Tammy lightly cracked her eyes. She saw a dirty looking man about twice her mother's age look down on her body. Eyes murky brown run over the small hills and valleys of her form. What game was this?
"You sure you don't wanna join Shranda? Little girl on girl action?" Asked the man. Sharnda? Her mother's name was Sara. Tammy couldn't she her mother's face but heard her reaction.
"Not tonight. I don't feel like humping this runt right now." With that Tammy heard Sara walk away. The man turned to her.
"Well I guess it's just you and me." The man pulled off her shirt then her shorts and panties. He ran his disgusting hands over her body. He probed her with fingers and odd toys that she never seen before in places she never thought were open. Strangely it didn't hurt. It felt slightly painful but her body agreed to it. He thing pulled his pants off to reveal a stubby finger? He placed himself over her and then stick it in her 'special area.' Tammy realized something.
These candies are bad.
Sara is bad.
This man is bad.
Tammy, the cute baby doll, was bad.
"Mom! Mommy! Help!" Tammy cried struggling to free herself. Her mouth foamed with the rainbow pills her mother feed her. Sara came in sucking on a cigarette. She rolled her eyes.
"Shut up will ya honey? Just play with the nice man your his favorite." Tammy was a favorite...she was loved, but not by her owner. She stepped out the room. The man smiled down on her.
"Now that' your up, let me hear you scream my name." The guy's tone was greasy and dirty.
Tammy cried herself through the time as the man pumped into her. She cried when he left and hand her mother forty bucks. She cried when her mother threatened her with a knife for making her lose money. She cried when she took that knife and stabbed it in Sara right above the heart, in the lung. She cried when her mother's last words were, "I hate you." Baby dolls with cry unless they have someone to love them.
The blonde hair child looked over the crashing waves and the deep mystery of the Ohio river.
"I hate you. Just jump already. Whore." Her mother said to her. She stood in mid air over the waters below.
"But I'm your favorite." The daughter murmured. Her mother's raggedy hair was knotted and the blood from the wound stained her strapless white grown. Her laugh was a cruel shriek.
"Favorite..yea right. I loved drugs more than you. I loved sex more than you. Hell I sold your body to men to have sex with you to get more drugs! Isn't that funny you little whore? Just do me a favor. Drop dead." Tammy fought back tears in her ghostly blue pools.
"No..no NO! You love me. I'm your favorite!" Tammy raced towards the edge to catch her mother and shake sense into her. She jumped over. Her hand reached out towards her but it went right through her figure.
"Why would I love my killer? O well. See you in hell whore."
"Pretty...so pretty." Tammy woke up to the gentle voice of another female.
"Mom?" she asked as her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. In front of her was a beautiful girl. Black ebony hair and skin as white as mom's powder. Her eyes were baggy and worn but you could still see those perfect orbs of chocolate brown. She didn't look anything like the red nosed, frizzy haired, mess she called a mother. She looked young too.
The girl kept tenderly touching her face as if she was made of glass and might break apart.
"Perfect..new. Hello." The girl said finally addressing her. She brought her hands away and place them in her lap. Tammy looked around. Broken and misshapen ed dolls and unfinished fake heads lined the room. Full body models stood motionless and draped in creepy but beautiful clothes that all seemed to be lacking the finishing touch.
"Where am I?"
"My safe place. Your new home. I never had I live one before." The girl said as she walked around the small cozy room. Her hands delicately brushed the lines of clothes and faces. The dolls the flinch or even blink. The ebony haired princess turn her back to the freckled maiden and straighten a misplace doll.
"A live what?" The girl turned to face her once more smiling faintly.
"Doll. You breathe and talk and walk..just like me. What is you name?"
"Tammy-," She stopped to think if she should include a last name then she remember the last of her family was dead, so no need. "Yea just Tammy." The girl frowned.
"Tammy? No your name is...Molifer Jones. Molly J. for short." The girl decided, satisfied with the new name. Tammy, or now Molly J, glared at the girl.
"You can't rename me my mother-..." Molly stopped. She killed her mother. Did she really have any right using her name or even suggesting that she had one?
"I know, you killed her. Just like me. I've had my eye n you. The doll I always wanted. You previous owner didn't treat you right. I'll take care of you like all my others. But you're special. My favorite." The girl's voice was so geniue Like her mother's before she left her for the green bottle. She pure and loving. Molly hadn't been a favorite for a long time.
"Really..?" she hesitated.
"Forever, you will keep me happy and I will keep you happy Molly J, okay?" Molly's new owner questioned. Molly shook her head all to eager to please and be loved, like any other baby doll.
" What's your name?" Molly asked looking up with a smile.
"Call me B. come on Molly J, time to play dress up."
Hey ppls! I not my best work but I give it a B. lol get it B for Breach?(cornier than cheese) Tammy's mom was a teenage mother so when she got stressful she started to drink and one thing lead to another and she became a crack whore. She sold Tammy's body for coke money. That makes me sad cause some mother's really would do this. I was inspired by my friend from school who told me what a crappy mother she had and all the things she did to her and I model Sara after her. Can you guess where B's safe place is? You get a cookie if you guess right! See ya.
Next: Daddy bear.