The Demon in the Doll

Chapter 5

Hello, it's June again. I'm here to continue with the story from my point of view. As I said before, I'm not the biggest cunt in the word. I actually have a soft side, too.

Anyway, I woke up on Monday morning and walked to the kitchen. I poured myself three quick shots of Stoli vodka and drank a cup of black coffee. Then I opened Buddy's bedroom door. He was sleeping naked once again, and his giant snake was hanging out proudly from between his legs.

I quickly shut the door and started rapping on the wood. "Buddy, it's time to get up. It's 6 a.m., and you've got to get to school."

He called out to me groggily. "OK June. I'm up. Thanks for letting me know."

"Do you want a ride? I don't mind waiting."

"That's all right. I'm going to take the bus with Donald and Horace."

I sighed heavily. "I wish that you'd stop hanging out with those losers. You're so much better than them. "

"What can I do? They're my buds."

"The dentist is giving your grandfather four new teeth today. The other three are useless. You did that much damage when you hit him with the ball. You're a powerful kid."

"I feel so guilty that I don't know what to say."

"Fuck him. The old bastard had it coming. Useless as tits on a boar? I think not."

I let out a high-pitched cackle and walked back to the kitchen for another shot of Stoli. I've been a heavy drinker since my teenage years. In fact, I come from a long line of alcoholics. My mother and father were a couple of drunks. And so were my grandparents on both sides of the family. So I guess you could say that alcoholism was in my blood right from the get go.

With that said, I had a high tolerance from years of practice. For instance, four shots of liquor for breakfast didn't have that much of an effect on me. I drove under the influence every day. Yet I was probably one of the safest people on the road that you'd ever set your eyes upon. In spite of my advanced age, I had never received a single traffic ticket in my entire life. Go figure.

I got to work at 7 a.m. and surfed the web while relaxing in my office. At 7:30, the secretary showed up. Her named was Debbie, and she had quit school in the tenth grade. She later got her GED. In spite of her lack of education, she was completely in charge of the running of our department. I might have been the person with the nicest desk, but Debbie was the lady who kept the show moving smoothly. She was the one who ordered the supplies. She was the one who double checked the budget. She was the one who made the schedules. And she was also the one who placed a bar of soap in Dr. Charles's mailbox. The poor guy had had a terrible problem with hygiene. And he got the message fast when he discovered his gift. Debbie had a way of keeping our egos under control. Everybody listened to her. She possessed a special glow.

She stuck her round face into the room. "Good morning, Dr. Griner."

"Hi Deb. You're here early."

"Somebody has to keep the ship afloat."

"Ain't that the fucking truth?"

We both laughed.

She said, "How was your weekend?"

"It was great. I went to church with my family and watched Buddy play softball. He hit two homeruns and knocked his grandpa's teeth right out of his head. Boom!"

"Oh my God! With his fists?"

"No. Of course not. He threw the ball and hit the old bastard right in the mouth."