Shooting for the goal

Home

When we get home I didn't let him in, I ran to my room with Miles right on my heels. I shut the door and lock it. Tears are streaming down my face like a waterfall. I slump onto my bed, I tried to wipe away the tears but they just kept coming faster and more. A sob escapes my lips, I covered my face with my hands, the bed shutters under the weight when Miles jumps onto my bed. He starts to lick my hands, when I remove my hands from my face he licks my tears from my cheeks. Then lays his big pitbull head into my lap. I hear my phone vibrate. I check it.

Jorge: im sorry :(

Jorge: plz let me in

Jorge: dusty

Jorge let me crawl thro ur window nd b ur prince

I put my phone in my sock drawer, then pick up my laptop and log in to Facebook. There's a message from Hunter.

Hunter: Hey you okay?

I stare at the message for a bit then quickly text back.

Dusty: Yeah Im good thanks

Then shut the laptop and lay on my bed and slowly drift off.