Testing the limits

chapter 5

        Home sweet home?

                   After my three days in the hospital I got to go home. My parents hadn't been home for two days. Our neighbors were taking care of Rufus.  We got home and our jaws dropped to ground. The front door was laying on the ground. My bedroom window was shattered. The living room window was shattered. The porch was beaten up and falling apart, the house was trashed. The tv was broken, the kitchen was damaged pretty badly. The stairway was really bad. I couldn't get upstairs bc of my leg. My dad said my dresser was broken in half and their bedroom was unbearable. We had to stay at a hotel for a month. They ended up doing the inside of my house again. It took forever. By the time they finished. I was getting my cast off my leg. Angie' s concussion was better and her ankle was fine. I was done with this. Why was the world testing me. Did I do something wrong. Next thing I know, I'll be facing death and staring it in the eye. And ill be the first to blink. Its scary to think about. I was back in my house now and it felt good to be home. But was  it my home. Everything  felt different. The house was new. It was not my home. The door mat was wrong. This is not home sweet home. This was a dungeon. A prison for me. And I couldn't escape it. I was stuck here until morning. Trapped, in my own house. My parents didn't seem to care. But I did. They wouldn't even talk to me about it. Everytime I brought it up they yelled at me or walked away. It was hard. Rufus had run away and we are trying so hard to find him. We have fliers up every where. He couldn't have run far. Somebody must have him. Our flyer read,

                                        RUFUS

                                      BULLDOG. 3 YEARS OLD.

                                     ADDRESS

                                      729 Freeman lane

                                       PHONE 518-451-9026

  Nobody yet. After 3 weeks and nothing. I started to lose hope. What was I suppose to do. He was my pal. Angie came over and helped me out. She was there for me. That's all I needed. A friend. A friend to help me when times got tough. I could tell my parents were sad but they tried to be happy around me. It was a little frustrating. Angie said that I shouldn't lose hope. But I was giving up. Angie' s mom was looking all over for different kennels or pounds or anything that held dogs. She had no luck. It was over. the flyers were all falling down or gone due to the rain. I was done. Done with these tests. done with these people and pets. Why can't I be alone. I have no friends. None. Its sad to think about. But I got through it. I was back in gym and doing just fine. Angie still got headaches from time to time but she was ok. Angie, Fred, Patrick and I hang out almost everyday now. Its good to have some friends. My brother is never around anymore.

He he went to live with my uncle after my parents caught him selling drugs. I was officially all alone after that. Nobody was at my house to comfort me. Only my friends. I was alone.

That night I didn't one thing that makes me happy. But this time. Just a little bit deeper I said. And I did. it felt good. But it made me upset. But not as upset as the past month.

                                  Chapter 6

                                    RUFUS?