Forever and a day

Good gosh

"I could be a doctor" I hiss as I grab the shard of glass out of my arm.
Mum was mad that I was out late. It wasn't even late, 10pm. That's nothing considering how long she stays out half the time. And I was even doing something important. What does mom do? She go's to her "boyfriends" house. He's not her boyfriend he's her rapist that gives her drugs for sex.
I was helping Sara and Joy finish cleaning up the library after a class of kindergartens came in and completely trashed the place. I'm talking books from floor to ceiling. The little buggers. One was even pulling on Wise's ears while my back was turned. Oh if I wasn't a child of God those kids would have seriously gotten an arse kicking.
Unfortunately I came home while mum was still awake, so in return I got a broken beer glass lodged into my forearm. And it hurts.
Wise was smart enough to wait at the top of the stairs. Though I did hear him growling when I started to scream. I can't even imagine what would happen to him if he tried to help.

"A great frigging doctor" I say through clenched teeth to Wise, who is currently trying to clean the blood off my arm with his tongue.
"Stop it, you'll make it get infected" I hiss at him.
He lays down at my feet that are dangling off my bathroom counter.
I turn on the tap and shove my arm under the cold water, flinching at the stinging that erupts from my arm. Couple inches over and she could of done some serious damage. Maybe. I'm not a hundred percent sure, but from watching Chicago Med I'm kinda sure.
Turning off the tap and grabbing a clean towel from the drawer and placing it on the wound I head into my room, Wise on my heels.
Not completely sure what to do, I kinda just stand there. In the middle of my room.
I haven't eating today, maybe I should go make food? Listening at my bedroom door tells me that's a horrible idea, considering all the clashing going on down stairs.
Walking over to my window I gage the jump I've made a hundred times. Do I risk leaving Wise here? Could he make the jump? When he was smaller I just tucked him into my backpack and leaped. But he's not so small now. I stare back at him, he stares at me. I look back to the window, then him, then the gash in my arm. We can do it I decide.
Walking over to my closest, I grab a pair of sneakers, a black pullover hoodie, and a pair of sweats.
No way am I jumping out my window in a tank top and shorts that hardly cover my rear.
I slip those on, grab a gigantic bandaid place it over the gash, (even though it'll probably bleed through by the time I hit the ground) and hook on Wise's leash to his spiky collar.
In a few short minutes we're out my window and on the roof staring over the ledge towards the ground.
"OK Wise guy, we got this. I'll go down first and then pull you with me. Don't worry I'll catch you"
Maybe, he's a huge dog. But I don't tell him that.
If I can survive the fall, so can he.
I take a few breathes and leap.
Im in open air, and for a minute I feel free
And then I land, hard. On my feet I swear my ankles just cracked. Great now I'm gonna have to get Wise to drag me to McDonald's.
Looking back up I see Wise staring down at me.
"C'mon Wise guy, let's go!"
I clap my hands attempting to hype him up so he just jumps and I don't have to drag his huge arse down and him probably land on me and kill me in the process.
He just stares.
And then the stubborn thing does the one thing I absolutely did not want him to do.
He lays down.
"Wiseeee" I groan, throwing my head back with irration.
Great. Now what? How in the name of all that is holy am I supposed to drag his large arse down here when I know full well he's gonna dig those stupid nails into the side and make it nearly impossible for me to move him.
There's only one thing to do.
The one thing I save in case stuff like this happens.
The one thing Wise cannot ignore.
I run.
I bolt into the street, running as fast as I can. The pavement hard on my heels.
I look back just in time to see Wise leap off the roof, tumble just a bit and head straight for me.
Since he was a pup me and him have done this.
If he wasn't listening, I'd bolt. And it's worked. Every. Time.
It's turned into a huge game of "if Wise can tackle me to the ground before I'm out of breath" and he always wins
With that in mind I make a beeline for a patch of grass a few feet over.
Wise must see the direction I've started turning because he also makes a beeline for that patch of grass.
I run faster.
Pump my legs harder.
And when there's only a few more feet...
I hit the ground and roll.
And roll.
My hands slam into the ground barking in pain as skin is torn and shredded. My knees also slam into the pavement causing my joggers to tear. And with Wise laying on top of me I can't get up to see all the damage.
Damn dog.
"Wise!!" I yell, attempting to get the big oaf off me.
"Wise I swear to God, if you don't get off me right now I'm not giving you my fries."
Nothing.
I attempt to hunch my back to get him to fall off, but with my knees and hands scraped and I believe to be bleeding, I can't.
"Wise, my sweet, wonderful, big idiot of a dog," I begin in the sweetest tone I can manage
"If you don't get off me right now, I'm gonna sell you to a meat market!!" I yell.
And apparently not wanting to be a hot dog, the fat arse gets off me.
"Of thank God!! I can breathe!" I gasp, inhaling a huge lung full of air.
Rolling onto my stomach I glare at the dog who is to busy cleaning a paw to notice.
Sitting up I stare at my now bloody hands, and even bloodyer arm thanks to the big oaf who made me fall and get the bandaid to scrape off.
I sigh, then look down to assess the damage that's been dealt to my knees.
Nothing to bad, just a scrape to a knee and ripped joggers.
I look back at the idiot who caused it.
"Your lucky I love you" I glare.
The big mug just stares back at me, tongue hanging out of his face.
A smile touches my lips, and I give Wise a pat on the head before standing and calling for him to follow.