My Dog is Human? This Cant be Real

Daddy Issues

Layla's POV:

I didn't know how long I was sitting in the car just staring at my dads car trying to figure out a way to sneak Reth inside until Reth whimpered pulling me out of my thoughts. I stroke his fur before pulling out his collar slipping it on him.

"Sorry." I stuff him into my shirt, but he doesn't seem to mind.

This is going to be way harder when he's bigger, I open the door of my car pulling the bag over my chest trying to fit him in a position to look at least okay. I walking in side shutting the door as quiet as possible. I rush up stairs setting him down, I still need to get a bowl to feed him. I shut the door on my way out trying to quietly get down stairs. But my dreams shatter as my dad glares at me at the bottom already waiting for me.

"Hi dad." I squeeze out but he just glares harder.

How do I explain it, my dad hates me every time I call him dad. Weird right? When moms not around I'm his personal slave. I hate him.

"Were have you been?" He snarls causing me to roll my eyes.

"With Landon." I mutter walking around him.

Only to be stopped when he grabs my hair, none to soft. my hand flys up clawing at his grip.

"Did I say walk away?!" He yells at me his nasty alcoholic breath fanning me.

I grit my teeth from saying anything I might regret. He pushes me to the floor glaring at me before grabbing a beer and his keys, I hope he gets arrested.

"I'm going out, now go to bed you stupid bitch." he says throwing his empty bottle at my head.

I cover my face before it hits me but it still hurts. I grumble curse words as he shuts the door, I turn to the kitchen grabbing a bowl and heading upstairs. On my way up I look at my arm where the bottle hit, a purple bruise is slowly making it's way on there. I groan as I open the door to see Reth in the same position when I left. I pour the poor pup a bowl of food setting it down before collapsing on my bed.

"Goodnight." I muster out only to hear his soft bark as I drift I to darkness.