Black Cat

Black Cat-5

Balto insisted on sleeping close to me, nearly smothering me all night long. He smelled nice though, it was a warm soft smell like hot chocolate on a cold frosty day. How the steam just rushed through your nose and warms every inch of your body.

I found it difficult to sleep that night, every half hour I was waking up and having to shift in my bed. Balto would purr and nuzzle closer to my chest his fur was a nice reminder against my skin that I was alright.

My dreams were hectic and violent passing around in my head like a hurricane. Each time I woke up my body felt worse and worse, like I was being trampled on by a herd of elephants.

I sat up straight in bed, my eyes quickly focusing on the clock on my vanity. 4:37. It was still early morning, rubbing my eyes with the backs of my hands I shuddered in the darkness of my room.

Something had woken me up, and it wasn’t the pounding head ache, or the feeling of broken ribs. Not even how hot my body felt, no something felt like it was missing.

My hand patted the bed where Balto had been nestled in against my chest, the spot was warm but empty. A heavy sigh left my lips that had been what had woken me, Balto had gotten up. I pulled the covers back from my legs and stood up stretching my arms above my head.

I wouldn’t try and even go back to sleep, I might as well go and start coffee and get breakfast ready for my parents.

I tugged on a tight white tank top over my bare chest tucking it into the waistband of my blue striped sleep shorts. With a heavy breath I walked through the dark maze of my room and stumbled out into the hallway. My door was always closed when I slept. It was a comfort of mine, and every time I had woken up before now it had been closed tightly.

“He’s in town… Balto. If we… out-” My heart stuttered in my chest at the sound of voices coming from the main level of the house.

That was definitely not my father’s voice or the radio. Somebody had broken in!

“Balto…” I hissed panic beginning to flame in my chest, he must be down there now.

What if the robbers hurt him? I lightly ran into my room sliding around behind the door and grabbing my mini slugger Ville blue baseball bat, my father had taken me to see a jays game but it had been to hot and we had been seated right in the sun.

So instead we ate nacho’s inside and then he had gotten me the Bat from the gift shop. Now I was going to use it to beat the crap out of criminals…

I was insane, I had to be. I should just go and wake my dad up and get him to go and deal with it. Then why the hell are you idiot!

I crept down the stairs the baseball bat clutched in my shaking hands, my knuckles had gone white from the tight grip. I lowered my breathing until it was deep long breaths spread out over several seconds. I couldn’t control my heart that hammered in my chest, although they wouldn’t be able to hear it.

“What the hell are you talking about not going. If He finds you he will kill you. Need I remind you that you called me!” Somebody hissed in a low angry voice.

I came around the stairwell corner and spotted him his back turned to me, he had to be talking into a phone or something as he hunched over my dining room table.

Quietly I stepped down and brought the baseball bat into the back of his head hearing a satisfying crack like I had just hit a home run on the open field.

He cursed and stumbled over falling to the left, I stared down at the man in the dark of my dining room. He was dressed in a long black trench coat, no mask on but he was wearing gloves.