Shattered

Chapter 5

(Emma's pov)

When that damn idiot finally left me to work in peace, I had more room to work with. I gently laid her on her side, glad to see that she still mindlessly sucking on the small bottle of milk. Just like a baby... but who could do this to such a beautiful creature? It was so sad, she was was basically one of the few things I thought was beautiful. Everything else was just fucking shit. Shes so small, innocent and she was hurting. For what? Just because? Something to get a person's anger out on? But what sadistic bastard would do this? In way, I was glad Randell called, but at the same time I wish he hadn't. I know what he does as a job, fixing broken people, but when he spoke on the phone asking for bottles and mittens... That was messed up.

Hell, I thought to even buy those pet diapers those plastic disposable bed pads too. But he always said what he needed and when. It would have been nice if he told me it wasn't a dog, more of a... Furry? Well, she had to be. She had fur. And was basically a human cat. And I'm pretty sure it was a girl, she looked female...

And that guy at the register that asked me if I was expecting... The nerve! I wasn't pregnant, hell, like I'd ever be in that kind of a relationship. It didn't matter the gender, I just wasn't into many. Plus they all ended up unfaithful when I started opening up. I was probably doing to fast, but still. Maybe I could be a priest when I grow up... Oh, wait, I'm already grown up. I rested her head against a couch pillow that I took off of the couch, and adjusted her to a position where I thought she'd be most comfortable with. I grabbed one of her paws, or hands, paw-hands, considering she had a thumb and small, bony fingers... I placed the bottle in her tiny paw-hands to help her keep it still while I worked. I didn't know alot about buying people, but I did know how to help when someone has gone through something horrible.

Because, I was one of them. No, not a place, but a victim to my own family...

And this poor baby seems to have been through too much. Despite her being a totally different species, her face made her look like a giant three year old cat.

A murder, homicide, suicide, kidnapping, rape... They were all the same in a way, depending on the person I guess. But since she wasn't a person, I had to do what I believed was best. Slowly, I got off the ground and walked on my knees to where her back was, and just started piling the extra blankets and pillows against her back. People, including me, never like being exposed. She needed some sort of stability. She whined once, and I automatically turned to look at her face.

The bottle was empty. I smiled and came over to her head again and petted her head, down her back as far as I could reach. "Such a good girl, you did so good, very good," I told her softly, and under the blanket I saw her tail (at least I think it was her tail) twitch. It made my smile widen, and I looked back at her face, scratching behind her ears once before stopping. Everyone needs reassurance and praise to make them happy. I know I needed it. A lot of it.

"Are you hungry? Hungry? Want some fishies?" I spoke again, trying to sound a little more excited, but she shuddered. I thought I scared her until she stretched out lightly with her arms, forcing me to move back so I wouldn't be in her way. I took it as a yes. She kept trying to reach for me, and it was so CUTE!!!

I moved my hand closer, and she quickly put hers over mine, curling those tiny fingers over my hand and dragging it under the blanket with her own.

Slowly, I stood, taking the bottle, only to realize she must have dragged it under the blanket too. Why hadn't I noticed it going under? Probably because she did it slowly. I took my hand away from her. Biting my lip, I gently moved the blanket aside, trying not to look as I focussed on the white. But it was just so close to her small, practically non-existent... God, I'm such a perv...

I grabbed it, and slowly pulled it out, her stubbed claws around the side.

Wait, stubbed... I let go of the bottle and grabbed her tiny wrist, bringing it to me. Her claws retracted, but I just pressed on her first joint of a finger, seeing that it was jaggedly cut nail. She pulled slightly, and I let her take her paw back, nail going back into it's little pocket of protection. That must really really hurt, it looked like it was infected, being as red as it was. I took away the bottle and set it aside.

Poor baby... I shook my head, hating the fact that she was hurting and tried so hard in her weak state to protect herself. At least she wasn't broken. I'd hate to see something so beautiful broken... I smiled softly at her, telling her I'd be right back, even if she didn't understand, and quickly grabbed the bowl of tuna fish that had been taken back to the counter when Randell, grabbed a spoon and smashed it up a bit more. Repeatedly, until it was basically a paste. I left the spoon in the bowl, not knowing if she'd use it or not. Better bring it just in case anyway.

I sat beside her again, put down the food and shifted her onto her back, and put her head on my lap again. She made a small noise of protest, but I had to ignore it. Or maybe it was a small cry? Oh well. It did t matter at the moment anyways. "Don't worry, I'm here, I'm here..." I told her softly.

Her hair(fur) wasn't nearly as soft as I thought, it was pretty course, and felt kinda gross. Brittle and there were small dark flakes of dirt coming off of her fur when I looked close enough. She'd need a bath. I didn't want to do it, but Randell? He wouldn't be the be very comfortable with that...

I dragged the bowl closer, and lifted up the spoon with a little tuna fish mush on the tip, and brought it to her mouth, she sniffed but didn't take it. But she wrinkled her nose, which was something. Taking a breath, knowing this was going to be gross, I put the spoon back in the bowl. And picked up a small amount of the slimy fish paste and held it closer to her mouth than I did with the soon.

She sniffed, and to my great relief, took it. She wasn't even close to being halfway done with the bowl before she stopped, no longer able to take a bite, and I didn't force her. She probably wanted more, but was too full. A little at a time is better than none at all. I smiled softly at her, and left her alone again to put the bottle and tuna fish away, and to wash my hands. It was cute, in a weird, twisted eat. Watching the tongue curl around my fingers as she licked the fish from them.

Then my phone went off, vibrating so loud as the piano played it's tune. I wiped my wet hands on my shirt to dry them off as much as I could manage, then pulled my phone out of my pocket. I picked it up, only to get a robotic voice. I clicked end, about to put it back on my pocket when I felt it vibrate again. I looked at it, my boss demanding I was to come back in half an hour or I was fired.

Fuck.

I got Randy told him I had to go. After giving him a quick lecture on the fantasy creature he magically got.

I would be back. I would make sure of it.