Becky's Doll

Chapter 25

"HOLLY, WAIT! listen to me. Your life is in danger," I told her.

"I've had enough with this shit! Allison, will you stop pestering me ?" She said as she shook her blonde curls.

"Why don't you understand? This is serious. Someone is after you life," I said. She started walking away. I followed her.

"So what should I do? Hide in the locker? You are not making any sense," She snapped. She was right, I wasn't making any sense. So, I gave her a vague description of Jane. I expected her to laugh at my face but she simply blinked at me. She pulled a pink coloured lollipop out of her mouth.

"You know what, Allison. You are talking like my mother and I don't believe in you," She declared.

"Why do you think I talk like your mother?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.

"Oh yeah! She is sort of insane, always keeping on ranting about ghosts and stuff. Ugh, I don't believe in them," She muttered.

"She wasn't always like this. But after her best friend, that red head got murdered. She turned quite delusional," She said, sucking on her lollipop again.

"Shit! I hate this flavour," She huffed. I stared blankly at her.

"Don't tell me her best friend's name is Jill Garner," I said. Her eyes widened.

"Yep, that's her name. I guess she got pretty famous in the news," She answered. Bethany Summers was Jill Garner's best friend. An awkward silence followed.

"Um, why are you so quiet?" She questioned, breaking me from my daze.

"Nah, nothing," I dismissed.

"Thanks Holly. Bye," I said before leaving. She nodded. I suddenly halted.

"Um, Holly?" I asked.

"Now what?" She snapped.

"Can I see Mrs Summers?"

"Why?"

"I have to talk to her. This is important."

"Hmm. She is in the hospital right now. She fell from the stairs and sprained her neck and her right leg. She says that some ghost had pushed her down with the intention of murder. I don't believe her."

"Please. You have to," I pleaded. Maybe Bethany Summers has an idea of what's going on. It's a long shot but it's worth trying.

"Room no 209. Now scram!" She said. I walked off choosing to ignore her rude remark.

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"Tell me, Becky. Who drops you home after school?" I asked her. She was sitting on my bed playing with the dolls. She frowned at my question but didn't look up.

"Rosie," She said.

"I know that's a lie. Mrs Cunningham told me that she stopped dropping you home because you pushed Rosie into the fish pond," I told her rebukingly. She stopped playing with the dolls.

"I. Did. Not. Lie," She said specifying each word separately.

"Well, we'll talk about that later. But now, tell me, who drops you home?" I repeated my question.

"No one," She said almost suddenly. But by the way her eyes kept on darting between the dolls, I knew she was lying.

"No that's a lie too. I am a professional lie detector. So you can't lie to me. You can't come home alone," I told her