The Little Neko (girlxgirl)

intro

*Rylies POV*

I quickly cover my head with my arms as my master threw the book he was holding at me.
"You worthless girl! You can't even do your chores right." He snaps at me as I back up.

My silky red tail curls around my leg in fear as I back up a few steps. "I'm s-sorry master, I'll clean it up." I say and glanced at the shards of the plate I dropped, internally cursing myself for my stutter.

A stinging sensation on my cheek snaps my out of my thoughts and I Yelp in pain, my ears pinning themselves down on my long black hair which is greasy from not bathing in so long.

"I don't want your sorry. As soon as you finish cleaning that you're going back to the pound." He says before going back to his couch.

My chest tightens at his words but I mumble a 'yes master' as I clean up the glass shards. The owner of the pet store said if I got returned one more time she'd have me put down. I try so hard to be good but im just not good at being good.

With a quiet sigh I kneel down and start picking up the glass, trying not to cut myself on the sharp peices.  I don't want to be put down, I'm only 17. I soon finish picking up the glass and walk over to my master with my head lowered. "I finished cleaning up the glass master."

"Go pack your stuff, were leaving in ten." He says coldly and I do as commanded. I always do what I'm told, I just don't do it fast enough usually.

I pack the few items I own into a backpack. My little toy bunny mom gave me, my collar and leash, and a squeaky ball my first master got for me when I was a good girl. I know squeaky balls are for dogs but I like it still.

"Rylie let's go." Master calls my name and I obediently​ run down to him. He grabs onto my ear harshly and pulls my to the car, pushing me in when we're there. I hate cars, they make me sick.

I lay on the floor of the car and all too soon we pull up at the pound. Master uses my ear once again to drag me in and pushed me at the front desk causing me to trip and hit my head. So maybe I'm not as graceful as other cats, that won't matter much in twenty four hours if I'm getting put down. Maybe mama and daddy will be there, I think to myself as I'm locked in the all too familiar cage. This time a new peice of paper is put on my cage, the time and date I'm set to be put down. 1:00 pm, tomorrow.

I whimper quietly in fear and curl up in the cold concrete floor, hugging my bunny to my chest. Things will get better soon, I promise myself in my head, things are better in heaven.