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9) Secrets are revealed...

Demi's POV

I hesitate and look at Teardrop. "Mummy's and Daddy's?... How do you play that game...?" I whisper. I was kind of... Scared... Worried... Frightened.

"Well I pretend to be mummy and daddy plays daddy and we do what mummy's and daddy's do" she smiles and runs a hand through her hair casually. As if it was a normal game to play.

My eyes instantly widened. What a sick sick sick game. I knew what happened. I didn't want to think what happened but it did happen and it was disgusting. I gag at the thought and she looks up at me "don't you play it too?" She asks, rubbing her little eyes. I didn't want her to think it was okay but I didn't want her to think that she was weird and abnormal. I just sigh.

"Look sweetie.. I don't like the game so I don't play it" I smile slightly. I didn't know what to say.

"I don't like it either but daddy says I have to play it to be mature" she rubs her eyes again "it hurts..." She whimpers.

I could imagine it would hurt. She is so small and fragile. I pull her close and give her a huge hug. She giggles but embraces the hug too. She didn't understand. I look at her as she starts splashing around again. It broke my heart to know someone so sick in the head.. Could do that to an innocent, vulnerable, fragile little girl.

But where did the name Teardrop come from?..

I reach over for a towel and look at her as she steps out, blowing some bubbles. I laugh and dry her off, trying to forget about what I now know. What could I even do anyway?! I can't do anything... It's so difficult being in this situation.

I sigh and scoop her up, spinning her around and running to the bedroom. She giggles loudly and I tickle her, putting her down on my bed. "Want to try my secret, special cream?!" I grin and she nods excitedly as she stands on my bed. I smile and get some cream out my drawer. It was to help the bruising... I carefully rub the cold cream over her body, directly onto the bruises. She shivers at the sudden freezing cream but then adjusts.

Once I applied the last blob of cream onto one of her bruises I grinned happily. That should help that! Hmm... What next? "Let me see what I've got that will fit you..." I smile and look around. I groan, knowing that nothing I will have would fit her. Obviously. She's a quarter of my size!!

I sigh and remember my doll that I used to have!! My mum got it to help me with children more... I wasn't that social as a child... I kneel down and open the doll sized wardrobe that was behind the doll that laid in her little bed. I went a bit overboard and just spoilt the plastic, human shaped toy.

I look around and pull out jeans and a shirt that might fit her. I call Teardrop over and attempt to put the jeans on her. I surprisingly succeeded. I was glad she was so small... I smile and look at the shirt and attempt to put it on her but the arms were too small. I sigh softly and walk back to the wardrobe, hanging the small shirt on the small hanger. I was obsessed with this doll...

"Wow" I hear a gasp and then a squeal. I look at Teardrop as she runs to the doll. "I've never had a dolly! What's her name?" She asks softly and strokes her hair.

"Her name is Poppy" I smile and pull out a hoodie. I grin and shut the doors "here" I smile and stand up, helping put the hoodie on her. I could see the way Teardrop looked at Poppy. "How about we make a deal?" I smile.

She nods eagerly, clapping her hands like a baby. "If you look after Poppy really well and love her to pieces you can have her..." I smile and she screams and hugs me tightly.

"BUT BUT BUT BUT" I frown and she looks at me "she has to stay here... I can't risk anything happening to her, okay?" I smile and she actually agrees. I think she knew that her dad would break it...

She pulls down the bed covers slowly "Wakey Wakey Poppy" she smiles and takes her hand. My mum obviously got me the best, most realistic doll she could find. And she did succeed. Poppy's eyes opened and her hand tightened around Teardrop's.

"I need the toilet!" Poppy speaks, in a girly robotic way.

Teardrop giggles "me too" she whispers to Poppy. Poppy could only say much. Like, I need the toilet, I love you, let's be best friends, I'm hungry, I'm thirsty etc.

I frown "wait wait Teardrop! Why are you called Teardrop?.." I ask and the door burst open.

Author's Note

Thank you so much to everyone! I've reached over 500 reads and I only started this book on the 6th of January which is now, officially 9 days! EEEEEKKKK!! Thanks so much for the support and the votes! Keep it up! Please continue to vote and feel free to leave any comments too! Much appreciated!!

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