My favorite enemy

Chapter twenty one | budweiser

"Are you fucking kidding me Cash?" I look over at my couch pillow that's now tore up.

Cash looks down looking incredibly guilty and i'm sure his little heart is full of regret.

I sigh and calm myself down, after all he's just a dog. he does know better but he's my baby and the soft spot I have for him won't let me be upset for too long.

I walk over to the crime scene and Cash scurries away while I clean up all the stuffing and throw it in the trash.

I look at the sad pillow that sits on the couch before picking it up and throwing that away too.

It's just a pillow, it's replaceable after all.

"Cash you know better than that, come here buddy." I sit down on the couch and pat my lap.

Cash comes running over to me and jumps right up on my lap.

I give him rough scratches on his back causing his leg to kick off behind him.

I smile to myself before I hear my phone buzzing from the counter.

I snap my fingers and Cash hops off, I get up with a stretch before picking up my phone off the counter.

I roll my eyes when I see 'dad' on the screen.

The prick only ever calls me when he needs something.

I pick it up and hold the phone to my ear not saying anything, waiting for him to ask for money or something.

"Hey kid." He's already coughing up a storm and I can hear him puffing on a cigarette.

I can practically smell the menthol from the other end of the call.

"What's up?" I use my shoulder to hold the phone up while I open Cash's food bag.

"Ya think you could spot me on a case of beer?" He asks casually.

of fucking course.

"That's what you called for?" I pour the food into Cash's bowl before closing the bag back up and putting it away.

I watch as Cash runs for his bowl per usual, still listening to my dad on the other end.

"Cmon kiddo, I'll pay you back on the first." he pleads with me.

"Do you even have groceries dad?" I roll my eyes to myself, already knowing the answer.

"It don't matter, just bring some damn beer." and just like that he hangs up the phone.

I slam my phone down on the counter before slipping on some shoes and my jacket that hangs up by the door.

"I'll be back buddy." I call out to Cash as I shut the door behind me.

...

I stopped at the grocery store and picked up a few necessities for him because lord knows he's not gonna do it him fucking self.

I got things like milk, cereal, eggs, canned soups and things like that, and of course his stupid case of Budweiser.

I park my truck behind his run down trailer, it barely even looks livable.

I hop out and carry the grocery bag in one arm and Budweiser in the other.

Why I do these things for him is beyond me, he's nowhere near appreciative and if I had a dollar for how many times he said he would pay me back on the first I'd be one rich man.

I make my way up the rotten wood planks that lead up to his dirty trailer door, It feels like my weight might cause the decaying wood to cave in from under me.