when i walked inside, i was greeted by a bounding german shepherd. he springs onto me, paws scratching at my jeans as he was eager to lick my face.
"hi sergeant." i laugh, patting his head and ruffling his face. he barked happily but began to whine as soon as i commanded to stop jumping all over me.
"i know, i know, you missed me and i missed you just as much." i promised and kicked off my boots at the door.
"who's at the do- oh. it's you." victoria's voice pierced my ears and i couldn't help but to roll my eyes, "wow. hi to you too."
victoria gave me a fake smile, painting her lips with lipgloss for the millionth time i bet. "where's david ?" she requested. she never bothers to greet me.
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"still working. i was....dropped off by a friend." luckily for me, victoria miller wasn't intrigued about my life, even if i hesitated with my words, she would figure it's just be being vague because i detest her.
and vice versa. you'd always want to be vague with her anyways.
she just nodded, her head already back buried in her phone as it beeped and vibrated at her. she turned on her heels and walked back into the corridor, her hair could be the definition of a horse whip.
"oh yeah! you need to give that disgusting mutt of yours food ! he's been following me around ever since i ate a chicken salad an hour ago." she mused, i could feel her evil smile through her words.
i could have punched her. she let sergeant starve ? i can not believe her. selfish little bitch -
"i'm sorry bud." i sighed and looked down at sergeant. "let's get you some food okay ?" i ushered the big fluff ball into the laundry. i opened the big bag of dog food and his metal bowl in my spare hand.
i guessed he was possibly extremely hungry since it's 5:24 in the afternoon. i tried to contain my anger but the way i was shoving my hang in the bag and the placing of the beef flavoured dog biscuits made it known to anyone in the room with me get the vibe i was fuming.
luckily it was just me and serg.
i know victoria is a self centred girl. that's why i never ask much of her but, to let a poor animal starve because it's tied to someone you hate is a whole other level of petty. sergeant did nothing wrong.
"now, serg, sit." i commanded him, metal bowl in my hands. it's a routine we have whenever he gets food, it's a prime way to get his brain stimulated. dogs thrive on being taught, walked, played with, ect.
