Cat and Mouse

Chapter 2

'Wake up sleepy head...Addilyyyn...wake uuuuuupppp'

Something heavy was weighing my bed down and, from her voice, I instantly knew who it was.

'Please leave Ivana and let me sleeeep' I moan and roll over so I'm facing away from her, I am still in my clothes from the previous day and I'm on top of my covers. I managed to somehow kick my shoes off my feet in my sleep and my socks were hanging off of my toes, Ivana takes advantage of this and starts to tickle my feet. Squealing  with surprise I fling myself off the bed and land right on my arse, sitting up I rub my tail bone and glare at Ivana. Giggling she throws me her all-too-famous sweet smile and helps me up.

'So, now that you have managed to break into my house' I glance at my open window, 'and attack me, what can I do for you?' 

Grinning at me Ivana points towards my bathroom, 'go shower and get the smell of disappointment off, we're going shopping!'

***

'You took your sweet time didn't you!'

'Shut up.' 

Dinah has arrived and she's looking tired.

'Hey Dinah, you look a bit...' I pull a zombie-like face and Dinah whacks my arm. 'Ouch.'

'I look a bit,' Dinah copies the zombie-like face, 'because Jerry wouldn't go to sleep last night, he spent most of the night awake and my idiot of a mother couldn't handle the responsibility of looking after her 18 month chiillddd.' 

I look at Dinah with sympathy as she rubs her eyes and yawns. When Dinah was 5 years old he father died, he was in a car crash when he was on his way to collect Dinah from ballet. She is such a talented dancer. Anyway, when Dinah was 7 her mother remarried to a man called Mark, absolute twat. After being married for a few years Dinah's mum got pregnant and as soon as Mark found out, he left. Her mother has been on a downward spiral ever since. 

'That woman thinks she'll find all the answers to her issues at the bottom of a bottle of wine...or two.'. 

Shaking the memory out of my head I wrap an arm around Dinah's shoulders, 'well, I know I could use a coffee!' Dinah smiles at me appreciatively as I changed the subject, smiling as well Ivana linked her arm with Dinah's right arm and I linked with her left. 

'To Starbucks we go!' cried Ivana and we set off.

***

Once we had all woken up a bit we made our way round town, stopping into every single clothing store we laid eyes one. With at least four bags each we make our way down the main street when Dinah comes to a sudden stop outside what seems to be an old fashioned toy shop.

'Hey, is it okay if we have a quick look in here, I thought I would treat Jerry with a new toy.'

Nodding I following Dinah inside the store, dragging a not-so-enthused Ivana behind me. Once I set foot through the chipped doorway a shiver slithered down my spin, this place was creepy. It was a small shop and to the left of the entrance there was a wall full of shelves which contained multiple creepy arse things. Top to bottom, the wall was filled with dolls, jack-in-the-box's, books, old gaming cards, wooden swords and many more. To the right of the store was were all the fancy dress type of things: masks, ball gowns, suites and multiple other pieces of clothing that looked liked they'd been pulled out of the late 20's...jazzy.

'This place gives me the creeps, can we leave pleeaassee!' Ivana whispers to Dinah and I.

'No, I want to get Jerry something.' Dinah hisses and makes her way towards the left half of the store. Rolling her eyes and groaning Ivana walks over to a fancy looking gown, however, ever since I walked into the store there was one thing I couldn't take my eyes off...the dolls. But, these dolls weren't just any dolls, they looked just like the doll that was in my room. 

'Beautiful, aren't they.' 

Jumping, I whirled round to find myself face to face to an elderly lady. Her hair was completely grey and she had to walk with a walking-stick, for her back was so bent she would probably never be able to stand without it.

'Sorry dear, didn't mean to make you jump.' The elderly scuttled around me and made her way up to the shelf of dolls and beckoned me over. Reluctantly, I followed. Straining with everything she had, the old woman reached up and grabbed the doll that was closes to her and swivelled round to face me and, smiling a toothless grin, she handed me the doll. 

'This is for you, my dear.' and with that, she scuttled away, through a beaded doorway. I looked down at the doll that was currently in the hand...it was the doll. My doll. 

'Come on, let's get out here.' Dinah held a paper bag in her.

'Yeah this place gives me the shivers.' Ivana was the first out the door with a ding. 

Still staring down at the doll a knock at the window made me jump, Ivana waved at me to hurry up and, without realising, I put the doll into my bag and hurried out of the shop. Leaving the feel like I was being watched behind.