Dog Fight

Stephen

Stephen looks down at the sleeping Jane in his arms. He loved seeing her like that.

He nuzzles against her and sniffs her hair. Suddenly he jumps as he hears a whimper from outside.

He looks around and attempts to lay back down.

But then he hears it again.

He huffs as he gently slips Jane out of his arms. He stands up out of bed and scratches his head as he heads out of the bedroom.

He walks out of the kitchen and to the back door. He opens it and looks out into the alley where Jane's window was.

There he sees two men standing over something.

"Should we just kill it?"one of them asks.

"Why not. It don't belong to anyone."he says.

"Hey."Stephen says, making them both turn around.

He now sees that there was an injured puppy on the ground before him, Golden retriever.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you're being quite loud, Jane is asleep."he says.

"Mind your business inky."one of them says.

"I don't think that's a very nice way to treat a dog."Stephen says.

"Is it your dog then bitch?"one of them says.

"Well, no."Stephen says.

"Then fuck off."the other says.

"Well then stop messing with it, it's hurt."Stephen says, stepping out into the alley.

"Wow, he's bigger then he looks."One says.

"Hey muscles, get lost alright."They other says.

"You're trespassing in my alley and abusing an innocent puppy, I think you'd better leave."Stephen says, walking towards them.

"Are you really trying to fight guy? It's two to one."One of the men says.

Stephen shakes his head.

"I don't fight anymore."he says.

"Then get lost."The other says, stepping on the puppies head.

Stephen huffs.

...

Jane

I jump, hearing screaming outside my window.

I look around for Stephen and don't see him.

"Shit!"I fumble out of bed and grab my gun.

I run out of the room and quickly through the kitchen to the back door.

I fling the door open and see two men laying motionless on the ground, and Stephen standing, holding something in his arms.

"Stephen what happened?!"I ask, walking towards him.

He turns to face me, and I see he has a whimpering little puppy in his arms. My eyes soften and I drop my gun.

"They were hurting it. I-i just stopped it. I didn't fight, I swear."He says with tears in his eyes.

"Come inside baby, come on."I say

I walk him inside and huff, closing the door and locking it.

I sit him on the couch as he adores the small puppy in his arms.

"Oh, she's precious."I say softly.

"Can we keep her?"Stephen asks.

"Are you going to take care of her?"I chuckle.

He nods.

"I will, I promise."he says, making me smile.

"What are you going to call her?"I ask, sitting besides him.

"I don't know yet."Stephen says.

I chuckle at how cute he was, smiling at the puppy.

"How about dog?"I suggest.

This makes him smile.

"I like dog."he says.

"Awe."I pout, petting the puppy.