Puppies and Promises

Chapter 1: A Freakin' Mess

Puppies and Promises

By Lady of Spain

Chapter 1: A Freakin' Mess

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I was so freakin' exhausted, I couldn't even lift my head from my lumpy, old pillow. I'd been running all damn day and night now for seventy-two hours, trying my hardest to get that girl outta my head, for all the good it did. I was surprised I hadn't gotten blisters on my paws. Anyway, I let sleep descend and break me away from the heartache she caused me. It was the middle of the afternoon before my peepers opened, and I was ready to face reality once more ... crap!

I shook my head to clear out the cobwebs, and hung my feet over the side of the bed. Trudging into the bathroom, I stripped off my crud-encrusted shorts and got into the shower stall. It was a wonder how a simple shower could lift your sinking spirits. I felt like a normal human again... well almost human anyway.

I'd just turned off the tap, and grabbed a towel, when Dad banged on the door. "There's a phone call for you, Son. He says it's important."

"Well, who is it?" I asked, rubbing the towel over my wet hair.

Silence ...

"Dad?"

"It's Edward Cullen."

The towel hit the tiled floor, as I threw it down with all the pent up anger I could muster. Goddammit, why would that filthy bloodsucker be calling me? He already had my reason for living in his king-sized, super-duper, deluxe bed; I had nothing left for him to take.

Retrieving the towel from the floor, I draped it around my waist and huffed in exasperation. I walked out to the kitchen. Dad shrugged, and handed me the phone, placing his fingers in his ears as he retreated to the living room.

Practically shouting into the receiver, I launched an attacked with, "What the hell do you want, leech?

My body was vibrating a mile a minute. I had all I could do to keep it under control, and all the while, Eddie boy was being a sickeningly, polite gentleman. "Never mind the how-are-you sh**. I know you hate my guts, and you know the feeling's mutual. So cut to the chase, huh?

"You want me to whaaaat? Why should I? She got what she wanted, and it wasn't me."

I heard the telephone rattling as it changed hands. "Hey, what's goin' on here?" Jeez, it was the pixie on the line.

"Alice, I hate to insult you, but if you think you can do any better at convincin' me, think again. Look, I don't wanna talk to you either. So hang it up, or put Eddie boy back on, so I can yell at him some more. I'm really in a mood now."

I pulled the phone away from my ear while more rattling sounded. %$###@&^^!!!