◇Puppy's P. O.V◇
We rarely got to hang out with our parents, our father, a hardworking and kind man, and her... a neclectful bitch! She hated us, I KNOW she did. It didn't matter what we did, disapproval every TIME. My poor sister Kat and I suffered the most. Our childhood though was not terrible as we had each other to keep us company. It was almost comforting when Dog took mothers life.
♡Kat's P.O.V♡
I sharpened my dagger and glanced over to Dog, he stared down at the letter he finished writing and sobbed.
"What if we never get her back?" He whispered, tears dripping down on the paper.
"We WILL get her back!" Puppy interupted
I nooded quietly before returning to cleaning it.The school was prepared for a threat. With Dog's little spree and that head in the shed, dripping it's mangled fur and clean cut bone, soaked in blood as the blood drains out, the glazed eyes stare ahead blankly. Her golden hair, crimson. I stared at it for hours fasinated that my mother saw this as perfection when it was really worthless garbage.
"What are you doing?" Dog asked quizzically
"Oh.. Oh!, nothing just looking" I said surprised
"Well...I'm locking up, so you'll have to leave"
"Oh...okay... I'll be going then" I said as I walked past him.
"Bye Kat..." he said with a depressed tone, as if this was the last day he'd ever see me.
