Dog

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For some reason the medicine failed to work and I'm left without an ounce of sleep. We plan to take the dog to the vet tommorow if at all able to schedule earlier. I don't know why I lay awake still but maybe it has something to do with my fear of being correct. I don't want to hear that the dog has a parasite though I can't help but believe it. This has been going on for a week so the only thing I can really hope for is that it doesn't have to wait for another. My sister sits up at the sound of the small door to our room creaking open. It's the dog, but he normally sleeps in the bed with Dad. He proceeds to jump up on my bed and make himself comfortable. I look to my sister who doesn't want to want him in here either, but for some reason I feel like he should stay. I battle myself before softly nudging the dog and leading him back to dad's room. Dad wakes up and asks me why I'm making the dog return and I explain then apologize for waking him. Not even a moment after I shut the door I hear him yelling at the dog. I almost press my ear to the door but my sister pulls me away.
"Don't go downstairs."
The yelling becomes louder as I'm pushed back into bed. My big sister sits next to me and confuses me as she begins to comfort me while apologising. Pounding can be heard from downstairs and dad's yells can't be ignored. I'm too afraid to investigate. I don't want to know what's happening but a loud yelp almost makes me bolt to the door if it weren't for my sister holding me back.
"The only reason I want you to get up is to block the door."
I look at her, puzzled by what she's saying. Block the door? I hesitantly do so and return. We sit there and endure the sounds from downstairs.
My sister gives me the ok when dad comes back up. I sneak downstairs after he lays back down. A strange smell greets my nose before my feet meet with a wet spot. I shine my flashlight on the foot I lifted. Blood and a small diamond. I remember that I should be quick down here and pick up the earring. I wouldn't know what the blood was about until I saw the dog. If it weren't for my sister it could have been me too.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 19, 2018 ⏰

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