Misery Business // z.m.

Chapter 16: Mary

When I woke up Zayn was nowhere to be found but he did leave me with that big ass dog.

It was slobbering on the pillow next to me and I couldn't help but groan about it. It smelt like it had been rolling in garbage for a year. Not only had it soiled the bedding with its muddy paws, but it had also woken me up.

I sat up angrily and a piece of paper on the bedside table caught my attention. I read it aloud to myself because I couldn't seem to concentrate on the words. "Went out. Be back in an hour. Please rest."

I grimaced, crumpled the paper in a ball, and threw it in the corner.

The stupid dog jumped off the bed and fetched it for me. He placed the piece of paper that was dripping with saliva in my lap.

"Ew." I quickly brushed it off me to the floor.

When I tried to go to the bathroom, the beast followed me. I groaned at its persistence.

After being repeatedly sniffed and bothered by the dirty dog I could barely stand it anymore. I thought ignoring it would be best, but that dog wouldn't leave me the hell alone.

"That's it!" I exclaimed loudly to myself.

I grabbed the dog by its collar and somehow managed to get it to jump in the tub.

"Stay." I commanded. I reached under the sink and found soap and a new brush.

I turned the water on and the fucking dog started gulping it down.

Once I filled the tub a little less than half way I found a large cup and poured water over it, dampening its fur. I scrubbed the dog down to ensure he was completely clean. I got his paws and I even used a toothbrush to brush his yellow teeth.

It wasn't till it came time to dry him off when the dog became difficult.

I drained the tub and threw a towel over the dog's midsection. He defiantly exited the tub and shook himself dry, getting myself and the rest of the bathroom wet.

I got out a hair dryer and got him as dry as possible. His fur was slightly puffier than it had been. The dog was squeaky clean and even its disgusting fang like teeth sparkled.

I felt a sense of accomplishment as I cleaned out the bath tub and the floors of the bathroom, but I also felt extremely tired and of course my headache was coming back.

I wanted to curl back up on the bed but the sheets and everything was covered by the dogs mess.

I grudgingly pulled all the blankets off and marched down the hall in search of a laundry machine. When I found it I treated the stains and dumped them in, not really caring what setting they were on. I found a linen closet in the laundry room as well and fought through the painful headache to make the bed.

When I finally finished, I collapsed on top of the fluffy mattress and grabbed a blanket from the couch. I was so drained I didn't care what Zayn would say. I just let the thoughts in my mind settle. And I fell fast asleep again.

"Wake up." Someone whispered in my ear.

I stirred slightly but didn't move much. "Come on angel, wake up."

My toes curled in disgust at the pet name and I let out a long sigh.

"Leave me alone." I groaned.

"Still feel like shit, baby?" He traced patterns across my arm as he spoke to me.

I quickly sat up straight, momentarily making myself dizzy.

"Take it easy." He steadied me by the shoulders.