Lilly

Terror Strikes Before the Storm

After that incident with Abigail and the horse, her father called in some people whom get rid of wasps bees and other infestation of bugs while Barth was in the unused stable which was across from General's stable, which it needed cleaning badly. As for Abigail, she was checked out by her parents as I hopped into her lap, laying there and sighing in relief it was all over. Then that night, when her parents went out, a storm brewed and her parents went to go get groceries quickly, and left Abigail and me behind, thinking that she was old enough to take care of her own; and she was. Then she snuck into her dad's room as they left and got out a huge album of her family's decent of pictures, starting with her great grandfather. She smiles to the dark black and white images of the book, she pointed at the cabin in the background, "This was my grandfather's cabin! He use to have chickens in the forest and then they'll come out...sometimes the coyotes will grab one or two but not a lot, due to grandfather's technique of putting honey as a soap for the chickens, which will usually poison the coyotes eating one of the chickens. His cabin is just west of this place of the forest...right at the boarder to the next state in the north."

I look at her with a listening ear, "He looks familiar...."

She then turns the next page...then I see it, it was my first owner, I the paw at the image gently trying to show the German Shepeard, she was confused trying to remove my paw then she noticed the journal, she then looks back at me then whispers, "Calli?"

I bark, "Yes! Yes, that's me!!"

She then gasps in shock then she rushed to the phone as her parents expected something bad, they answered, first her mom, "Hello? Is something wrong, Abigail?"

"Lilly is Calli! She is reborn!" Abigail said happily.

"Calli? You mean Grandfather's dog?" Her father spoke up, the car was running in the background as you can tell it was on speaker and storming badly.

"Yes! Lilly just pawed the picture and when I said Calli's name, she barked!" Abigail piped up in excitement once more.

In the background her father snickered, taking it as a joke, her mother piped up, "Sweetheart...Lilly is not Calli...Calli has passed away...she is an old dog...as much as I hate to admit it...look, we will be home soon, we are almost at the grocery store."

"B-But mom?" Abigail said, shocked, yet disappointed.

"Later, Abigail.." She hung up immediately...Abigial then put up the phone as I barked, she went to the couch as I got up on it and laid on her lap. Abigail smiles, "I believe its true...whether they don't believe it or not..."

Then a loud thunder hit and the lights flicker, my ears twitch as then I rushed to to the radio under the TV stand, nosing the radio, turning it on. We listened to the beeping of the radio as then I quickly ushered her to the kitchen, "GET  FOOD AND WATER AND A LIGHT!"

Abigail seemed to understand me or knew what to do as she did as she grabbed her backpack... she then grabbed the album and rushed into her room, she grabbed some clothes and survival supplies...must be her father's gift due to a small tool pocket knife. Meanwhile cashing out, the cashier checked them out and she turned up the radio to hear the tornado warning. Then the voice spoke up, "The tornado will hit north east and head upwards to the west bound county line starting for route 34..."

"Rout 34?! ABBY!!" her mother bellowed, making everyone look in a shocked motion, especially the Native cashier.

The mother rushed out to the truck starting it up as the father asked the cashier to call the rescue team to help get their daughter safely. He then rushes out with the groceries and went out to the quickly pulled in truck with the mother in there, she yelled, "GET IN!!"

The father hoped in setting the groceries in the back seats then closed the door, meanwhile, I rushed out with Abigail as she was prepared, I yelled at the three horses, "STAY ALIVE!!"

They neighed in agreement as they opened up the latches as they were smart, pulling a string on the latches and they opened the stables, as they ran. The tornado was in the line of sight as we opened the basement door and rushed in with Abigail as she closed it behind her and locking it tight, we went downstairs and she turned on her flashlight, shaking. I was right by her side as she sat in the back as there was no windows, as there was a measly pipe that let in air and some water dropped from it, leaking with a slight plop...plop.....plop...Abigail was very uneasy as I curled up to her side, the loud bangs were at the door and the pipe echoed its hits as we slept that night. As her mother and father was driving, the wind was too strong and flipped the truck onto a ledge as the fell off the street...that morning, immediately, and right on the dot of sunrise, the Rescue Team found the two parents and their truck, pulling them out and they were conscious... plucked like weeds, they came out merely scratched and wet due to rain and broken glass by not just the windows, but the bought wine bottle made of pure, clear glass. The mother cried, "My baby! My Abigail! She is still on the ranch, please! Help me find my daughter!"

The man spoke up, his eyes very broadened and his face was emotionless, "We will be on that, but there is no guarantee we will find her, however."

Then the woman got up to his face, "Then make it a guarantee...she is my only daughter that this family has left...how would you feel being in my own shoes, having a child lost by a storm?"

The man casually declined his soldier face, to a deep sorrow, "I'd be pleading to get them back, just like you."

"Exactly," the mother said worried.

As Abigail woke up, we opened the doors to be greeted by trees right in front of our path, and Dusk heading our way...he spoke sadly, "Barth ran off during the storm in fear....and....General.....H-He's gone....General is gone...."