Lydia- The Pet Communicator (Wattys13- Finalist!)

Chapter 23

Lydia- The Pet Communicator

Chapter 23

It was almost a quarter to midnight, Drake hadn’t contacted me from the time when he left the house - unhappily. It really bothered me. I couldn’t even have forty winks. My father had to ruin everything for us by misunderstanding him, and on the other hand, Lucky’s death was a mystery to me. Who could have poisoned him and why? I couldn’t just sit back or wait for miracles to happen. It was high time to find out about Lucky’s murder.

I opt to start an investigation all by myself and behind my father’s back, because he wouldn’t let me face danger to any further extent. I wanted to investigate our car first, maybe I could get that poisonous spider or some evidence. I was stepping a foot outside my room when my phone beeped, and I was taken aback to see a message, again from Clara.

New message: Clara J.

Received: 11:54PM, 7 May

(1/1)

You must be thinking why I texted you after so long? Well, I overheard my father talking with Mr. Vivian about poisoning your father. His life is in danger. My problem was you, not your father. He is a nice man. So, I thought to inform you. Take care about him and sorry about the loss of your dog. I can’t tell you more about their plans. Oh! Your mom is the leader of the plans. Good luck with Professor Drake L-O-L.

Blood started to boil under my skin. I sought to throw my phone again in a frenzy, but I stopped immediately. I didn’t make a stupid mistake. I decided to save the message and show it to my father or to contact the police. Clara’s message was a strong evidence for me. I dropped my plan of doing an investigation and stayed back in my room. I wondered why Clara texted me to say all this? She isn’t even too stupid.

I sat on my rocking chair and kept reading Clara’s message over and over again. I wanted to reply her text message but, I restricted myself. I didn’t want to talk to her, or to show her that I am concerned about knowing more of their misdeeds. I had to wait for the morning to come and spend my whole night with difficulty, or no sleep at all. I kept my phone aside and memorized the times I spent with Lucky, while swinging on my rocking chair. The memories of him tore me apart with hurt.

I remembered the day Lucky came to me as a little puppy. I was really irritated with him at first but then, my love started growing more for him. He always protected me and my father from our enemies such as, Vivian and Clara’s father. He supported my relationship with Drake. He also helped me find who my mother and Ricky were going out with. Moreover, he waited for me in the rain when I was with Drake inside the restaurant, he didn’t even go to meet his bitch to keep me safe and he caught cold the next day.

Now, there is no one to lick all my tears away when I cry. There is no one to follow me everywhere and to give me the best company. I’m feeling all alone. It’s right when they say, dogs are humans best friends.

I grasped the arms of the chair tightly, and got up with a loud groan. I couldn’t imagine more of Lucky. I played some music at a high volume and grooved around my room frantically. I wanted to dance really hard, just to wash off the memories of Lucky from my head and get extremely worn-out, so that I could sleep for some time.

Without warning, my father walked in and stopped the music whilst grabbing my shoulders tightly in irritation. He roared in my face, “Lydia! What are you doing? Damn! Do you want me to drop you to a mental asylum?”

"Sorry daddy.” I spoke while lowering my gaze.

He continued, “I woke up with the noise of your loud music! Why are you dancing in your room like a mad zombie in the middle of the night? Don’t you get it?! You need to study for the exams by yourself after tomorrow and even harder, since Drake won't be there anymore. I’m tired of seeing you this way now.”