Cassette - z.m.

seven.

"She hates cats."

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Oh no, I totally forgot about Maoie. I haven't seen him since last night. He wasn't anywhere this morning either. Where did he go?

I frown and slowly stand up from under the shade of the tree, patting the back of my jeans to get rid of the dirt. I call out to him a few times but don't get a response. I look around the front yard and behind a couple to bushes to see if he was enjoying the cool shade of the trees too? But he was nowhere to be found.

I should go and check the backyard. I make my way towards the house and take out the keys from my pocket. I unlock the door and get inside.

Once I'm inside, I fidget a bit with the latch on the french windows which lead to backyard, the damn thing's jammed. After it is finally open I search everywhere I possibly can. I look inside the gazebo, the store room, under the hammock, in the pool, everywhere but I can't find him.

My heartbeat increases a bit as the negative thoughts creep in slowly. What if he ran away? Or worse, got in an accident? What if he's dead already? Did someone kidnap him? Oh, no. No no no no no.

"Maoie!" I shout loudly, stretching his name. I don't receive any yelps or barks or any kind of response from anywhere. I run my hands through my hair in frustration. I lost my dog. Great, that's just great.

I make my way back inside the house. I shut the french windows and go upstairs to see if he's somewhere in my room. I check all the closets and under the bed. When I don't find him in my room, I look inside the other rooms. Half of them are empty because of the lack of furniture so it makes it easier to check them. Every sound I make echoes around the house, just like yesterday. I shut the door to the last room on the floor and huff as I couldn't find Maoie in any of the rooms.

I stand in the middle of the halfway, with my hands on my hips, listening closely to any sound coming from outside. I was hoping to hear some whines or short barks by him but all I could hear was the soft chirping of birds.

I stood there for about a minute or two and then made my way back downstairs. Maybe he just went alone for a walk? But he's so small, what if he got lost?

Then I realise something, something really bad : I forgot to put a collar on Maoie. I mean the collar is there but I haven't written any name or address on it, so it's just blank. I run my hands through my hair again and sit on the last stair, tired of the midday adventure. What now?

If he really got lost, there is no way I'm getting him back. No freakin' way. Unless he finds his way back home, which he probably wouldn't considering he's been here for just two days.

I groan in frustration because I don't want to go out in the City to find him. I mean, where would I find him even? I get it the place isn't huge but it isn't small either. It'll take me hours to find him. But it's okay, I guess. You have to do things like these for the people (in this case, animals) you love. I'll find him. Where can he go?

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"I have bandaged it, it'll take approximately 2-3 days for it to fully heal if you regularly change the bandage," the doctor says in a sympathetic voice."But what I don't understand, Azin, is the fact that, as you have told me, one moment you were standing and the next you were on the ground with your arms scratched and bleeding."

"I don't know, doc." I stare up at him helplessly."I think it was the roller skate. I don't have any other explanation. Somehow, it just got under my foot and down I went."

The doctor just frowns softly, not quite believing me. But I can't help it, okay. I don't know what happened. I was just standing there and I fell down the next moment. I did see a roller skate rolling away from my foot but I don't remember stepping on it.

When the awkward silence was too much to bear and the doc had finished examining my arm, I thanked him and took my leave. I was in no mood to explain things again. And I wouldn't be surprised if I really had fallen just like that, without the roller skate to make me slip. I'm proud to say that I am that much of a klutz.

I sigh as I pull out of the parking lot. The stars were twinkling in the sky, as if laughing at me, at my miserable day. I stick my tongue out at them and continue driving back to the house. My day has been just great. Absolutely awesome.

After thinking for almost an hour, sitting on the staircase, I had decided to check out the market and the park because those are the only two places Maoie knows about.

But if only things were that easy.

After checking out everywhere in the market I had decided to go the park. I was driving out of the parking lot when my little love, my lovely car, broke down. I swear I wanted to smash the windshield right then and there but my love for the car overcame my anger, not to mention the fact that it was about to die. I had to call the mechanic and get it fixed. It took about an hour and a half. After paying the guy, who kept trying to hit on me the whole time he was there, I went to the park where, unfortunately, I freakin' slipped on the goddamn roller skate. I'm not even sure that's how I slipped but oh well, whatever. Then I ended up at the hospital, to get my bleeding arm bandaged.

My arm hurts a lot right now. And it even stings when I touch it. You have no idea how hard I'm finding it to drive. All I got out of this day was a bandaged arm and an hey-I'm-just-about-to-die signal from my car.

The sky is getting a bit cloudy, hiding the cheeky, twinkling stars. I hit the pedal and feel the cool wind on my skin, my hair flying from my face, making my mood lighter. I smile as I take one of my hands off the steering wheel and just let it glide in the wind. Let's hope I don't get a ticket for driving at that speed.

I think I should go to the nearby police station tomorrow if Maoie doesn't come back tonight. As I reach the house, I park the car inside the garage, locking it later.

I wonder if I'll be able to sleep without him? And who's gonna wake me up by pulling at my hair?

With those thoughts still running in my head, I use my house keys and unlock the door. I shut the door behind me and hang the keys next to it. I hear the sound of the TV from the living room.

Maybe the hobo's back. But how did he get in? Damn, he must've had the keys with him. When I reach the living room, I find Zayn sprawled on the sofa with a big bowl of popcorn in his hands and guess who's sitting next to him, licking his hands and being all snuggly? None other than Maoie.

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One of my fav pics of Zayn on the multimedia!

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