Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Nine | Dog Not Dawg (Part Two)

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter Nine

D O G N O T D A W G

PART TWO

I let out a sigh as I fell onto my bed. Mom was still at work and wouldn't be home until about two in the morning, at least that's what she had estimated on her message on the phone.

"Oh, I can't get no satisfaction," I sang softly. I rolled onto my stomach and reached for my Pride and Prejudice book. If anything could cure a confused, broken heart, it would be Mr. Darcy. Oh how I long to slather him in chocolate.

I was taken from dream man by the loud bang of my window being slammed open. I let out a scream, which was quickly muffled by a hand over my mouth.

"Hush." I immediately recognized the voice.

I wrenched myself free. "Alphonso?"

I watched as he jumped off my bed and hurriedly shut the window and closed the drapes. He then peeked out slightly before walking across my room and turning off my lights.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed as he came to sit on my bed again.

"I got into some trouble, and your place was the closest. Do you mind if I hang out here for awhile?"

I stiffened. "Trouble...with the police?"

Alphonso scoffed. "No, nothing like that." he said, not clarifying.

I sighed but nodded my head. "Sure, but you have to be gone by one or so, that's when my mom will be back."

"She's not here?" He asked, sounding worried and somewhat angry. "You're home by yourself?"

I raised my brow. "Yeah... its okay, Alphonso, I'm a big girl."

Alphonso shook his head and sighed. He turned away from me and looked around my room with an amused look. "Cute room."

I laughed. My room was full of small, foreign trinkets my father has given to my throughout the years. My walls were covered with pictures of other countries. I had three Japanese wall hangings, a small figurine of an Egyptian pyramid, an African drum in the corner of the room, and much more. "Yeah, and at my dad's place I have even more stuff."

"Where is your dad, anyway?" he asked, turning back towards me.

I shrugged. "I think he's in the Gobi Desert, but I haven't heard from him since last month, so he might have moved on."

"Last month?"

"Yeah, he's a very busy man, Alphonso."

"It doesn't...bother you that you don't get to see him often?"

I scoffed. "Nope. My daddy's part of my second life," I explained.

He raised his eyebrow at me. "Your second life?"

"That's right. Right now I'm in my first, boring life with my mom in Jacksonville. With my dad, I'm living my fun, adventurous second life."

"And when do you go to this second life?" He sounded amused.