Tamed

Prologue

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Alex

When I was 10 I got a dog. Her name was Molly and I loved her with all of my heart, she was an Alaskan Wolf that we had adopted from a lost dogs shelter when she was a puppy. I always had a strange connection to dogs, at times I thought I was even able to hear them and Molly was no different. I spent hours upon hours teaching her everything she could know because I just loved spending time with her. 

One weekend my dad decided that our family would go away on a holiday, me, my mum, my dad and my older brother Dylan. So we sent Molly to a kennel for the time that we were away. We thought she would be fine because she had been around other dogs at the shelter and we didn't want to leave her alone. Everything went well, when we returned we went to get her and she was thrilled to see us, I even received a few kisses from her tongue. 

That same afternoon we had some family member over. I kept Molly inside all the time because that was what she was used to. I still don't know what happened to this day but, one of my younger cousins ran up to me and hugged me and I think something clicked inside Molly, maybe she was just really over protective of me but she jumped up and ripped my cousin out of my arms and in the process ripped a big chunk of skin out of her arm. All I heard after were the screams of my family members. There was blood everywhere.

I don't remember all of what happened after that I just remember my dad getting a rope and tying around Molly's neck and dragging her fiercely out into the backyard and then hearing a gun fire. I screamed so loud I'm surprised I didn't deafen the whole family. I didn't need to see Molly to know that she was dead.I didn't speak to my father for months after this. I was shocked that he could be so heartless. 

A few weeks after the incident I overheard my parents talking about it. I was hidden behind the stairs and peering around the corner. They were whispering quietly, I almost couldn't hear them but I managed to hear the important parts. Dad didn't know if Molly actually died. According to his story she chewed through the rope in her rage and began to run away before he took the shot. He knows he hit her but she didn't stop, she only kept running. He went looking for her the next day but she was long gone. But if the bullet didn't instantly kill her she would have died of blood loss. 

My cousin was fine, she had a few stitches and was on some antibiotics but she healed perfectly and now all that reminds her of that afternoon is the scar that runs from her elbow along her forearm.

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[edited: 30/7/17]