Heal My Heart

T w e n t y - S e v e n : P u p p y

A/N: short update. Super tired. More this weekend! Comment & Vote!

I was so excited to get my stickers the next morning I woke up extra early.

Scott was at the table drinking coffee with a piece of paper. He smiled at me and set down the pen. "Good morning Puppy."

"Hi--if I feed Cheddar Cheese can I have a sticker?"

"I haven't gotten the board or your stickers yet but yes. After you do your chores today we can go to the store and pick some out--maybe get you a collar for outside?"

I smiled. "A new collar?"

Scott nodded. "That's right. Why don't you get the car fed while I make your breakfast?"

I wanted to argue--why couldn't we just get the stickers first? But instead I just sighed extra loud so he knew I was happy. I sat down in front of Cheddar Cheese's dish and poured the cat food in.

He came pattering in and rubbed against my knee before he began to eat. I stroked him a moment before spinning around to face Scott. "Can I have my sticker now?"

Scott gave me a look. "Don't make this into something to pester me about Puppy. I'll give you the sticker when you earn it."

I sighed loudly. "You'll never give me one!"

"Lower your voice and yes I will once you earn it."

"You'll never let me earn it." I flopped onto the floor and kicked at a chair.

"Enough Puppy. Don't start off today like this."

"You're being mean!" I argued furiously. "And you don't want to share and you're breaking your promises..."

I led off kicking the chair again. It bumped the table and I saw coffee slosh out. "Puppy!" Shouted Scott.

He picked up the mug and mopped it up with a paper towel. "This kind of behavior is not acceptable Puppy."

"Don't talk to me anymore."

I rolled over into my stomach. "Puppy!"

"You say my name all time. Puppy this, Puppy that..." I muttered and hugged my knees. "Give me back Milo. He's mine. You can't take him away any longer."

Scott glared at me. "Puppy I'm warning you--you're about to lose more things."

"You already took everything!"

"Stop Puppy. I thought you wanted to have a good day?"

"I can't when you want to take away everything that I own!"

I got up and sat at the table. I stabbed the spoon into my oatmeal. "One more word Puppy and you're spending the day in your room. And I will take everything with me."

My eyes went wide. "You can't!"

Scott growled. "You want to bet, Puppy? I'll throw that stupid stuffed animal away if you keep your shit up."

My breath caught. "No you won't! He's mine. I own him!"

"You don't own anything," spat Scott. "I own you and everything I allow you to have."

My chest felt heavy and my breath caught. "I-I'm not Scott's. I belong to Puppy."

Scott scoffed. "You sound like a child. You're my sub which makes you my property--like it or not."

"I don't belong to you!" I swiped my hand against the bowl. It skittered off the table and smashed on the tile.

Scott surged toward me, his hand catching the back of my neck with bruising force. He held it tightly and hissed, "Clean it up now."

The tears escaped and ran down my cheeks. I resisted him. "Stop! Let me go!"

Scott growled and pushed me to the floor. He forced my face into the spilled oatmeal. It felt unbelievably humiliating. He was acting as though I was a stubborn dog who'd consistently went potty in the house. He pressed me into it far enough to bruise my face against the floor.

He let go and sat up sobbing. Scott's breathing was erratic and fast. He was so angry. "Clean that shit up now." He snarled.

I slid away from him. I was scared--he wasn't acting like he normally did. He talked fast and I blinked trying to follow along. He waited a second before yelling at me. "Didn't you hear me?"

I couldn't think. My head has shut down. Scott threw a rag at me and hissed, "Stop acting so goddamn stupid all the time."

I froze. Scott froze.

My heart shattered and I scrambled to my feet and pushed Scott away. "I hate you!" I screamed.

Scott snarled and caught my wrists in a bruising grip. I cried out--Scott had never been so physically rough. I was scared-- He wasn't safe to be around. "Let go of me!" I whined.

He swung me around and my hip slammed into the counter top. Scott slapped my fave twice, much harder than he had the first time. The second hit split my lip. Before Scott no one had ever hit me in the face.

I whimpered and Scott gripped my face.

It was much harder than Connor had. His thumb was curling into my jaw joint and he had two fingers braced against the others as he squeezed. It forced my mouth open and I shrieked--it hurt.

"How dare you touch me like that?" He roared. His hand tightened. "I'm your fucking superior--you're no one without your Master. You will respect me."

The pain was still getting worse. I tried to claw at this hands but he just growled and doubled his force. Blood and drool from being unable to close my mouth or swallow properly ran down my chin.

Then there was a sucking crunch and extricating pain.

QOTC: what happened to Puppy?