Lydia- The Pet Communicator (Wattys13- Finalist!)

Chapter 10

Lydia- The Pet Communicator

Chapter 10

Oh no, what to do? I should hit him in the head with my crutches, I thought quickly. I hurried over to my father, but before I could take action, Lucky ran up and sunk his teeth into Vivian's leg.

"Fu**! Son of a bi***!" Vivian yelled at Lucky. He dropped the knife and started rubbing the area where he’d been bitten.

"It’s true! I am a son of a bitch!" Lucky barked.

My father speedily picked up the knife and aimed it in Vivian’s direction.

"Dad, stop! Please!” I demanded.

My father glanced at me blankly. He hadn’t realized I’d been standing behind him, watching them fight; the knife dropped to the floor, and his mouth formed an “O” shape. Before anyone could grab the knife, Lucky picked it up with his teeth and brought it over to me.

"Thank you, my friend." I took the knife and ruffled Lucky’s fur. If it hadn’t been for him, someone might have been murdered.

"You piece of shit!" Vivian yelled at my father.

Calmer now, my father asked, "Why are you here? You took everything from me—what’s left for you to steal?"

"Because of you, I lost my job! Why’d you have to call the head of Blue Cross and give him that information? The only reason your wife left you was because you’re not a man!” My father clenched his teeth and got ready to throw another punch.

"Release the dogs from the shelter!” Lucky barked. “Quickly! If they all run in here, they’ll stop the fight!”

That’s not a bad idea...

I nodded and took a step towards my father. "Wait! Dad, before you do anything, please hear me out."

I leaned in and whispered Lucky's plan into my father’s ear. When I was finished, my father grinned and turned back to Vivian, ready to distract him a little longer. “I’m sure you can get your job back, and you’ve already taken enough from us, so why fight?” he said to Vivian. We can talk it out.”

As they conversed, I headed to the shelter with Lucky, where we talked to the other dogs about our plan. All they needed to do was attack Vivian and stop him from hurting anyone.

"We want to come, too!” the horses neighed. “One kick and he’s dead!"

“We have sharp teeth!" the cats meowed.

"We can distract him!" the rabbits grunted.

"No, that’ll be too suspicious,” I said, shaking my head. “If he gets seriously injured, the police will wonder why you guys only attacked Vivian.”

"Fine, but if you need us, we’ll be waiting,” the Arabian horse said.

I agreed and quickly freed the other dogs. Lucky had been elected leader of the dog team, so all the dogs followed him over to the house, barking, “Here we come, Vivian!”

I tried to keep up, but the dogs were too fast for me, and I ended up arriving a little after they did. When I entered the house, I could see them all attacking Vivian. He was screaming for help, and I knew he must have been in pain—dog bites are dangerous, and they can cause a nasty infection.

My father was laughing out loud. I walked over to him and gave him a high-five, then glanced back at Vivian; one of the dogs had broken the skin on Vivian’s arm, and it was starting to bleed.