Part 4

Minnie turned and walked towards the tea pot that was beginning to hiss and whistle. It's lid rattling, seeming to reflect the agitation that was now brewing in me. I could feel my body temperature starting to rise. Yet it was unclear to me if it was a result of the growing annoyance I felt, or from her holding the rag doll so close to the teapot. Why someone would assume that having position of that stupid doll, grants them control over me. I will never understand.

She thinks she knows what she is holding in her hands, yet she obviously has no clue. She must have thought that my asking if she had burned it, was for my own out of concern for myself. My mind flashed back to the countless others that have held that doll in the past. They always State their demands, never once realizing the price they're going to pay. Just for having touched that stupid doll.

Just and the doorbell rang. Minnie turned around in bewilderment. The teapot in one hand and the Doll in the other. She was obviously not expecting company. She placed the teapot back on the stove and walk towards the door with the doll still in hand. "Who is it? ", I heard her say. The response was muffled and I could not make out what was said. Though I could hear the sounds of the door being unlocked, followed by the sudden sound of the door being kicked open. I jumped to my feet. "What the hell are you doing? ", screamed Minnie. I headed towards the walkway, as the sound of a gun shot stopped me dead in my tracks. I was instantly thrown to floor. My hand grasping my arm, which was now throbbing in pain. Blood was now beginning to seep through the sleeve of my shirt, yet there was no physical damage to the sweater itself.

I dragged myself to the entry of the walkway, and peeked around the corner. There were two men standing over Minnie's lifeless body yelling at other. The one holding the shot gun, was standing inches away from where the doll had landed.