How to Stop Playing With Dolls

Sweet Dreams, Hannah Elizabeth High




Sit on the floor in the middle of the basement. It’s your very own play area, which makes it the greatest place. Spending enough hours down there makes you unaware of the rest of the world. It’s where no one focuses on what you’re doing.

It’s just your toys and you.

You have the baby doll you adore playing with. You take her wherever you go. She is special to you. Wrap her in a blanket, hold her, feed her and tell her you love her. Then your stepfather will come downstairs.

He’ll have his work clothes on. He’ll look exhausted but he’ll keep smiling. He’ll sit down across from you and watch you hold your doll. Make sure she has fallen asleep before you offer to let him hold her. He’ll take her from you carefully. Smile when he gently rocks her in his arms.

He’ll stare at the doll for a moment and then look at you. There’ll be something about the look on his face that will make you feel safe. He’ll put the doll aside and pick you up, sitting you on his lap.

You’ll smell beer.

He’ll touch your hair, holding thin strands between his fingers. He’ll move them to touch your cheek and lips. His calloused skin will feel uncomfortable against yours. You’ll feel more uncomfortable feeling his chapped lips and his tongue force into your mouth. His breath will stagger and his hands will tighten your sides as he holds you.

If a door slams upstairs, it’ll startle him. He’ll look up, listen and wait. You’ll hear steps and the television.

When he’s sure no one is coming down he’ll ask you, “Do you want to play a game?”

Don’t say anything. Stare at his lips and eager eyes.

“Lie down,” he’ll whisper.

Get off his lap and do as he says. You’ll look up at the ceiling. You’ll lose focus for a moment, noticing the different shades of faded green paint, chipping away. Look back at your stepfather. He’ll cover you with your doll’s blanket.      

His hands will slowly move underneath it, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them off.

Stare at his smile.

He’ll caress your bare legs gently before spreading them apart. His hands will get sweaty and shaky. One of his hands will move between your legs. First, he’ll rub. Then he’ll move a finger inside you, making you gasp. A feeling will settle in your stomach. It’ll make you sit up to get away. He’ll hold you down by your thighs.

“Everything is fine, just don’t move,” he’ll insist, glancing at the stairs.

You’ve been disciplined to do as you’re told. So go back to lying still. He’ll enter you again, this time two fingers instead of one. He’ll focus on your face and force himself deeper. Hold back from crying out.

If you do cry out, he’ll glance at the stairs again but he won’t stop. You’ll start to tear up.  

He’ll lie, “It’s okay.”

Believe what he says until he’s had enough or he’ll get upset. If you try to move away from him before he’s finish he’ll go for longer.

So don’t.

Don’t move. Don’t yell. Don’t cry. Wait.

He’ll soon move his hands from underneath. He’ll wipe sweat and blood on his jeans. He’ll go back upstairs without saying a word. When he’s gone get up slowly or it’ll hurt. Pull your pants back on.

Don’t sit back down. Don’t look around. Don’t clean up the mess. Leave the basement and don’t go back.

Forget your doll.




About the Author

Arely Anaya · Columbia University

Arely Anaya majors in Creative Writing at Columbia College Chicago with a minor in Writing for Television. Her first publication was an ABC children’s book titled W is for Watonwan in 2012. When she isn’t writing she’s working at a pig farm. “How to Stop Playing with Dolls” first appeared in Hair Trigger 39.

About the Artist

Hannah Elizabeth High · Reading Area Community College

Sweet Dreams first appeared in Legacy.

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