I had to clean up Rachel's body.
It was the most gruesome thing I'd ever experienced
After I'd finished that I went upstairs and noticed a newspaper sitting on the table.
The headline shocked me and I smiled with glee.
Boy worried about Jenna Hall's disappearance; Police still looking
I quickly tore open to the page and started dancing around when I saw my crush Cameron Qucik was concerned about me.
I slammed the paper shut and began looking through the fridge when I heard footsteps behind me.
"Yes! Donnie you've got to get us out of here! They're after my dolls, you have to help!" Parker hissed into the phone.
"Thank you. I'll see you in two days, alright, bye." He set the phone down and hugged me from behind.
"Where are we going to move to Papa?" I asked, leaning into him even though I was repulsed by him.
I had to keep playing along or he'd kill me.
"I'm thinking Europe." He said.
My heart sunk. A week was the most I had to escape.
"First I have to find a new doll though and we are going to try and wait for our little bundle." He said, smiling and rubbing my stomach.
Then almost seven months!
"Donnie, my cousin, is coming with his dolls in about two days."
There were other doll creepos?
"Why don't you go practice taking care of a child on my little Sasha hmm?" He suggested and I nodded.
I rushed upstairs and saw Sasha running around the living room.
"Sasha baby! Come here." She gave me a lopsided, small toothed grin and ran over, hugging my legs.
I crouched down and hugged her, smiling as she giggled.
Morgan slumped down next to me.
"Hey Morgan." I said, playing with Sasha.
"Why are you so happy? How can you pretend nothing's wrong here?" She said, keeping her voice right below too loud.
"Because there's nothing wrong!" I hissed, spitting another lie.
Lying was going to save my life, I'd just keep lying until Cameron could hopefully save me.
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•Cameron's POV•I had finally found my new girlfriend.
Jenna Hall, the girl who's loved me all along and the boy who was too stupid to realize it.
I'd noticed her I every class but never acknowledged my head telling me to turn around and pay attention to her.
I couldn't ignore it now.
"Cameron! Why is your name associated with this little nerd?" I groaned as Mckayla's voice rang out.
She wore a skimpy white see-through shirt and no shorts.
She had black lace on and had stolen her dog's collar that she now wore around her neck.
She swayed her hips and bit her lip, trying to look sexy but it looked like she was having a seizure.
"C'mon baby." She mumbled, pushing me on to my bed and pinning my hands above my head.
She started kissing my neck and I threw myself on top.
She giggled and smiled, her short blonde hair falling to either side.
"You wanna a turn? Be my guest." She said, eyes sparkling.
I unclipped the collar and her smile fell.
I placed it in her right hand and whispered in her ear.
"Get away from me slût. And your dog called, she wants her collar back."
She threw me off of her and stomped away.
"Your gonna regret this Cam!" She screeched before stomping away.
I got up and walked out the front door, bored out of my mind.
On the way to Panera, I saw a ton of police cars and a man handcuffed on the ground.
"Cameron!" I hopped out of the car and walked over.
"I need you to look at this body, it's not her but you need to make sure she had no associations with this girl."
I nodded and let breakfast out over in the woods after one look at the body.
It was a small girl, around 14. Her red hair had been curled into ringlets and her face had been modified to look like a doll's.
"Yes, this is Morgan's little sister. Morgan was her best friend." I stated, trying to hold down bike as I looked at the brutal slit across her neck.
"The man says his name is Greg Holly. He says it's an old family tradition to do this. Do you know any men by the last name of Holly?"
I shook my head. "Does this mean we have some sort of lead?"
The officer shrugged. "The man could be bluffing so we have no clue and we haven't even begun to check the database which could take months to find each man or woman by the last name of 'Holly.' Not to mention, we still have to ask about this 'tradition' and I doubt he'll give us answers."
I felt my heart sink.
It seemed Jenna's chances were dropping by the second.

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His Little Dolls
Teen FictionJenna Halls is what you would call the schools nerd. She was just a normal girl, never really happy with herself and never ever finding a guy. That is until a guy finds her. Jenna's life is flipped upside down when she is mysteriously kidnapped and...