Us Till Dawn (On Hold)

Coffee greeting

[Nikki Rose White's photo above]

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Nikki's POV

"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed from the top of my lungs while fleeing for my life.

My legs were aching so bad and my lungs were tiring as air becomes a limit. For the second time around on one scenario but in different place and time, I was being chased by a mad dog when all I've been doing was to sincerely finish my job for the day as a door-to-door saleswoman.

I glanced behind my back while keeping my run as it was. An American monster had its four legs at maximum work while his mouth and teeth hankered after my flesh and bones. A broken chain connected from his neck collar made a horrifying sound as they chinked to each other, meeting the concrete road.

"Mother of Thor," I uttered to my self as my heart pulsates abnormally. "I'm not a stick you dumb dog! Shoo!"

Even with how louder I yelled it didn't seem to do anything with my case. The dog kept on barking and running after me for no distinguish reason while all I had was a sling bag filled with coupons and pamphlets for the advertisement of the establishment I was hired a week ago.

"Wow, and they say dogs are man's best friend
... Screw them." I muttered as I sprinted for my escape.

It took me three more minutes before reaching the apartment. Good thing it only takes me fifteen minutes of walk from here to my work everyday that I didn't need to bring my car with me. As I jogged inside, relief gradually laved me whole. However, for so long now this was basically the first time again my legs felt alive-- which also gave me an explanation as to why I took the stairs rather than ride the elevator.

Moments later after making it to the fourth floor to our room by foot, I slammed the door closed and let my body drop on the cold tiles to reclaim my breath.

"You're home early..." Chase spoke with astonishment, walking out the kitchenette with a mug of coffee in his hand and didn't even bother wearing a shirt. "What happened to you? Are you okay?" He asked with concern, noticing how messed up I appeared in his sight. 

"I'm quitting." I spoke, still panting.

"Why? Is it your boss?-- I can do something about it if he's your problem." He generously offered in a forthright manner which surprises me a lot.

"Dog."

"Again?" He chortled while flopping his behind on the sofa. "Maybe because they think you're a walking jerk meat with your red vest and slacks."

"Ugh, don't even remind me. This uniform is the most ridiculous thing I've ever encountered in my whole life-- Worse, worn."

"That makes two of you with your nest hair." He jested while keeping himself fully entertained on my comical look.

"Ha-ha," I uttered sarcastically and paused to gather my hair in a bun. "All right clown boy, show's over..." I extended my hand and pouted for extra theatrical effect for a request. "Can you help me stand? Please..."

He smirked and placed the mug on the coffee table before sauntering towards me. "Is that pout necessary?" He asked with amusement while crouching in front of me to place his hands on my waist.