Ok. People didn't die from my short little sex scene. XD;;;; Onto the 3rd chapter. This one has a flash back, normal apartment life, Walter's boredom alone, another sex scene, and maybe a time skip? OOOO la la. Enjoy. Thanks for your love so far everyone. I dedicate this chapter to the lovely FallenAngelx3. XD

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The Doll

A small young child shivered behind a subway bench, clutching her ragged torn, headless doll. She cried silently, trying to keep the older kids from knowing where she was.

"Where'd the brat go?!" A boy yelled not far off. Inaudible replies came from his friends. Their voices trailed off and soon everything was silent in the abandon terminal. Erica looked out to check for the coast to be clear. Not a single soul. She smiled and got out from behind the bench.

"That wasn't very nice of them was it?" A man's voice said from behind her. Erica stood ridged.

"N-No it wasn't..." She mumbled a reply and meekly turned her head to see the man. He was kneeling down on the bench, his blue trench's collar above his mouth. His light brown hair was wet, and hanging limply at his shoulders.

"May I see the damage?" He asked kindly reaching out. Erica nodded and timidly put the doll and head in his hands. She scuttled a bit away, shaking in fear." Now then, I can sew this up nicely!" He said gleefully.

"Y-You'll do that for me?" She asked and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, of course," He answered, taking her hand and lead her out to the next terminal, "Now let's get you to your mother?" His eyes were blank at the word mother. Erica didn't notice but kept smiling, following him.

"Oh yes! Mommy will be happy to know you're gonna sew my dolly up! ...There's Mommy now!" Erica cried out, spotting her mom. She let go of his hand and ran to her mother at once.

"Erica! Where have you been?! ...Wait, where's your doll?" Her mother asked.

"Some mean boys ripped her head off and tore her dress, but that man over there is gonna sew her up! Isn't that nice?" Erica beamed up at her mom, smiling. Her mother's face got dark and worried.

"What man? Didn't I tell you to keep away from strangers?" She scolded. Erica looked down and pointed to the man, or at least where she left him. There where he was where she had run off was nothing, the passage to the abandon terminal was boarded and bricked up and had a cobwebbed sign saying: KEEP OUT.

"But he was right there....he has my dolly. He's gonna sew her up!" Erica began to cry as her mom lead her to their train and boarded. As they sat in the train and went by the different terminals, there in number 32 stood a blurry blue figure in the abandoned terminal. She gasped and the train roared by. She looked back but only seen a red light and then nothing....

Erica awoke in her apartment with a jump. The ceiling fan was going and her computer was still on. She rubbed her eyes and looked again: Normal apartment 302. Nothing. No decaying dogs, no pulsating walls, no Walter. She smiled and sighed. What an horrible dream.....She looked down and almost screamed. There lying next to her was a faded, stitched up doll faintly splattered with old blood. A little folded note was safety pinned to it:

Erica,

I'd thought you might want it back after all this time. I sewed her up good like I said I would. I hope you're good too her. I was.

- Walter

That wasn't right. It was only a damn dream! Or was it....But if it was real how was she back here and not there, with a doll she gave that man many years ago. Why...Why. But if it was a dream....Nothing made sense. Not anymore. Her world she knew had been turned inside out. Nothing was trustable now. She could end up back there with him. With those dogs, or something even worse. She shivered, her skin crawled. Erica got up and out of bed and headed for the bathroom across the hall to take a shower. Once she turned the water off she could hear her neighbors at it again, fighting and screaming about something inaudible.

"Damn druggies..." She muttered. The only reason why she was in this shit hole was because the rent was low...really low. Only $150 a month. Druggies and the like were her neighbors and the hallways and stairways were filled with puke, drug residue, or worse plus graffiti all over the walls. Erica was a runaway. Her mother and father never really cared for her so when she left they didn't put up a fight. In fact her mother gave her some money to catch a grey hound to anywhere in a 2 state radius, rent money, and food money. He father just glared as she went and threw a beer can at her back. Her mom was only loving when she was a small child, but when she hit her teens her mother never really cared anymore. Like the kid that wanted a puppy not a dog.

Erica left quickly her room and went to the metal door of the land lord. She knocked the secret knock and he let her in. Of course they needed a secret knock. The only normal non druggie people in the whole apartment were Erica and the land lord. "How may I help you Erica? Want some coffee?" The older man offered smiling. Erica nodded at the offer of coffee and sat on his sagging couch.

"I had a strange dream last night...About the complex...and a man named Walter Sullivan," Erica said. It went quite in the land lord's room. He didn't return from the kitchen and stood with his back too her when she left finally. Erica left quietly. He hated doing that to her. She could have just heard the name floating around. Or maybe it was just a coincidence. But Erica didn't deserve such a cold treatment from him. He had just panicked is all…

When she had first arrived that cold December night, she was freezing. Barely covered up from the harsh snow with just a man's over coat and a beanie, her lips were blue and tears were frozen to the side of her face. He had ushered her in and let her stay on his couch next to the fire. He feed her warm food and hot coco to bring her back. She told him once she had unfroze is that she had come from 4 towns over and the bus driver dropped her off 3 miles away. She had walked all the way to this complex for it was the closest to her at the time. She pulled a wad of 20s and 10s from her pocket and gave them to him. She said she wanted the cheapest room. She was in the right place for cheap. He walked her upstairs to the 3rd floor. The only vacant room in the whole complex was that room. Room 302. It had been years since the accidents. 5 in counting to be exact. Everything was clean and no evidence of what had happened could be seen. He patched up the holes. Refurnish the place. Nothing had gone bad since then. Many tenets have come in and out of that room without complaint or disappearances. She could stay there. Safe and sound.

"Th-th-thank you sir," Erica said, still slightly shivering with a small smile.

"You're welcome dear. My name is Mr. Sutherland. You can call me Frank if you wanna," the land lord replied with a smile back. He handed her the keys to the room, "If you ever need me for anything, feel free to stop by or to call. You can reach me by pressing the star key."