*Warning - animal death in this story!*
Thank you GoreBabe
for being such an amazing co-writer!
It was seven p.m. The sun was starting to set. Patrick Hockstetter had just returned home from hanging out with his gang. He walked into the house, dropped his bag by the door, and walked toward the kitchen that waited at the back of the house.
"How was school, Patrick?" his mother asked, smiling at him and before looking back down at the stove where the food she was cooking was almost done.
"Fine" he barely muttered. He opened the fridge and scanned over the shelves before taking a bottle of water out and loosening the cap.
"What did you learn?" his mother's voice irritated him. Too soft and happy. He rolled his eyes.
"Not a damn thing" he responded simply. She sighed softly and decided to drop the conversation there. Patrick walked toward the table, sipping on the water that he held, but then noticed something out the back window.
He squinted his eyes, gazing over the lawn. He found the neighbor's dog digging up the yard. His mother followed his gaze and sighed heavily. She started to take her apron off before Patrick hurried to the door. Before she could even state she'd go stop the dog, Patrick was gone to deal with it.
He hurried over and kicked the dog away, glaring at the hound. The dog whined and ran off back to the neighbor's yard. Patrick looked down at the ground, looking at the bit of white peeking out from under the dirt. He rolled his eyes and kicked the dirt back into place.
"Dumb dog" he mumbled before heading back into the house.
Patrick's dad arrived home a few minutes later and entered the kitchen. He talked to his wife about his day and they all sat around the table. Patrick stayed silent for most of the dinner, only grunting yes or no's to any questions that went his way.
Just as dinner ended, Patrick stood up to head to his room but noticed the dog digging in the yard again. He clenched his jaw and waited for his parents to walk to the living room. He then quietly walked out back and out to the dog.
The old hound dug away at the dirt, revealing something white from under the dirt again.
"You fuckin' dog" Patrick kicked the dog away but didn't let it go this time. Instead, he dealt with the problem first hand. "You really want to see what's under the dirt? You can join it"
The dog died that night. Patrick dug a hole with a shovel from the garage, continuing the one that the dog started. He placed the dog inside beside the uncovered white figures in the hole. "You're just too good at findin' bones, you mutt"
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IT31 || 31 days of IT
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