A/N - Hi everyone, hope you're all okay. Saw Blood Brothers last Tuesday, if I told you already I'll tell you again but if I haven't...IT WAS AMAZING AND I CRIED!
Here is my next chapter for this story WOO-H...Well not really woo-hoo, it's not a very woo-hoo chapter and I' won't say anymore on that matter. I have got a little thing I want you to read at the end regarding Follow Your Heart and an upcoming story. Hope you enjoy!

I don't own the original Toy Story characters, Disney Pixar do.

Chapter 4 –

I stood smiling to myself over my new 'friend' while all the people scurried by. I looked down at my doll and smiled. Some people stared at me and mumbled before carrying out their business. I think it was because of my dress. I'd heard some people comment on it. It was a ridiculous dress.

"Jessie?" I heard my Father say loudly.
I turned around to see him walking around the carriage. "Goodness girl, I thought I told you to wait where you were?!" He bent down and picked me up.
"I didn't go far. All I wanted to do was see the people." I said with a sad tone.
"You should have stayed where you were, you could have been taken." He said going back towards Sid.
"I thought that's what you wan-" Sid started but Father glared at him which made him stop talking.
My Father placed me down and picked up my bag of clothes.
"I made a new friend." I smiled as I placed my doll in my brown bag.
Father looked at me horror-struck, "What?"
"I said I made a new friend. His dog jumped at me and he apologised. He is my new friend."
Sid burst out laughing, "Oh sweet Jessie, you know nothing of the world." He put his hand on my head and rustled my hair.
I pushed his hand away and looked down. I hated Sid even more now.
"She's just a kid. Leave her to her fantasy." Father said taking my hand.
I frowned, they didn't believe I had a new friend, and Sid was just plain rude about the whole thing.

"Have you got all your stuff?" Father said looking down at me.
I nodded my head at him.
"Alright. See you in a bit Sid." Father started to walk forward pulling me along with him.
I looked behind at the horse cart and then at Sid.
He gave me and evil smile and waved, "See ya later squirt."
I turned back around and shuddered.

It occurred to me suddenly where we were heading. Father was taking us down the dark lane where the horrid looking workshop was.
My body went tense and I looked at my Father, "Why are we going down here?"
"Because I am seeing some friends." He responded with no emotion.
I looked back at the building. The sound of crashing and banging could be heard accompanied by shouting and angry voices. I moved closer to my Father out of fear.

We soon reached the door which was on the jar.
"Oh ya blazing idiot! What did ya do that for?!" An angry gruff voice shouted from inside.
"I didn't mean to ya fat useless prat!" A less gruff, but still angry voice shouted.
My Father let out a sigh of despair and pushed the door open.

I went behind him and peaked around his leg. It was a workshop. A horrible workshop. Tools were stacked on shelves and hung upon the walls, some were rusty and some were dirty. Either way, they still looked threatening. Boxes were piled high in almost every part of the room. A desk stacked with papers was at the rear of the room with two grubby seats. Some cabinets filled with God knows what was next to it. There were some doors leading to different areas and only one grubby window letting in a dim amount of daylight. A work desk was in the middle of the room with some rusty mechanical equipment and some broken wood.

I peaked around a bit further. Although I was scared I wanted to get a better view. Behind the work desk in the middle was an extremely fat man. He had grey hair and a grey beard and was wearing a dark, grubby pink top with blue dungarees. He was fiddling around with some bits on the desk but stopped when he saw the figure of my Father in the doorway.

"Well ain't you a sight for sore eyes." He gave my Father a snide smile.
"And I could say the same about you Mr Huggin." My Father smiled back.
I was still hiding behind my Father but I could see that Mr Huggin picked up a brown walking stick and was hobbling his way around the desk to get to us.
When he was round he looked at me and smiled revealing his brown stained teeth. "Well if it ain't little Jessie."
I hid further behind my Fathers leg, hoping he wouldn't see me. Mr Huggin laughed about it.
"How's the boy?" My Father asked him.
"He's alright. Nine now." Mr Huggin said.
"And what about your assistant Twitch?"
"A bumbling fool, as usual." He grumbled.

A silence passed between them before Mr Huggin spoke again. "You got everything for her?" I had peaked out from my Father's leg again and could see him gesturing at me.
"Yeah. All the clothes are in here." Father said.
"And what about the brown bag round'er?"
"Let her keep it, it's got some stuff in."
"Alright, I'll let her keep the stuff in it." Mr Huggin said nodding his head.

I didn't know what they were talking about. Why were they on about my clothes and my brown bag? "How's Betty?" Mr Huggin asked.
My Father stiffened, it was like a topic he didn't want to talk about.
"Who is Betty?" I questioned moving out from behind him.
"Just someone." He said to me. He looked back at Mr Huggin and mumbled in hope I wouldn't hear but I did, "Triplets on the way."
"Bloody hell! Well you best be going to check on her." Mr Huggin said in shock.
"Yeah, I know."

I was still ever so confused. I had no idea why I was here, or where I was for that matter. I had no idea who Mr Huggin, Twitch and some nine year old was. And I had no clue what so ever about Betty and what triplets on the way meant.
My Father placed my bag of clothes on the floor and bent down to my height. I stared at him in confusemeant. He gave me a pat on the cheek.
"Behave for Mr Huggin." Father said to me.
"...okay..." I said in confusemeant.
He stood back up and looked at Mr Huggin, "let her keep the bag."
Mr Huggin nodded, "I am a man of me words." He said as he headed over to me. He took my tiny hand in his big fat greasy hand and nodded at my Father.
"Wait here a minute." Father said walking out the door.

I watched my Father head back the way we came. He reached the carriage and opened the door.
"What's Father forgotten?" I asked Mr Huggin.
"Oh nothing."
I looked up at him in a confused manner before looking back at the carriage. I saw my Father look before he stepped in and shut the door.
My eyes went wide in horror, surly he wasn't leaving me.
The carriage jolted a bit and then started to move.

"Father." I said quietly before shouting, "FATHER!" My shouts soon turned into screams as I watched the carriage disappear from my site. I tried to pull out of Mr Huggins grip but he was too strong for me. His hand gripped around mine like a clamp.
Mr Huggin went forward and shut the door. I ran to it and tried to open it but the handle was too high for me to reach.
"You're Father is gone." He said bluntly looking down at me.
I fell to the floor and started to cry. My Father had left me. For good.

A/N - See what I mean? Not exactly woo-hoo is it? I hope you somewhat enjoyed it despite the sadness within it.

Now then, regarding Follow Your Heart - I haven't abandoned the story I just haven't added anything to it yet. There are reasons for this. One is because I have had my exams and been on holiday. Two I have been working on other stories. Three...I may have forgotten a lot of previous bits that have happened in the story...hehe. I haven't touched it for so long that I have forgotten most of it. I'm going to have to read through it again to refresh my mind. And also, I have some changes to make to it because I've changed some characters and kids around. *hits head on desk* I am a moron I know. I will read it...when I can be bothered. I still have school work and other things to do but I will read it and correct it and then add more. I have chapters I could upload but I need to read them. Might treat you one day. But yeah, its not abandoned so don't think it is lol

New story -Well um, I have an upcoming story because I'm a pain in the arse and can't ever keep to one big story without doing another one *smiles innocently*. I am a pain to myself wanting to do other stories but once I get the idea in my head I can't not write it. I am not telling you a title, nor what it is about. Keep an eye on my deviant art for a tagline for it though. No more shall be said. The only thing you will know is that its the Toy Story characters.

Over and out!