Runaway

Two More Bugs

I woke up, really energized from the good sleep. I remembered to tell Damien about the bug so I rushed out, careful to not wake up Storm who was peacefully sleeping on the bed.

I rushed out and knocked on the door of his room. As soon as I was about to knock, he left a note saying:

Charlotte,

I'm out here in the woods patrolling the area in case someone's following you. I might be back later at night so don't worry. If in case you're hungry, just get food from the kitchen. While I'm gone, feel free to explore and try not to get lost.

At the back of this letter is a map of the whole mansion from top floor to basement. If someone's following you, exit through the entrance we took to get here. No one knows that except you and me. If you get out, you're on your own and don't you dare tell anyone about where you've been.

By the way, you never told me you befriended a wolf. Sure it may seem harmless at first but it could leave you behind when you need help. I'm not so sure about that one. I'm keeping a close eye on you.

Damien

So, I did keep the letter. I figured out then that I couldn't possibly explore the mansion on my own so I just decided to spend time in my room. I wasn't even hungry so that made me feel better.

Halfway walking to my room, Storm went running towards me. He pounced and jumped over me - thankfully not gripping my skin like last time.

I pet him and went with him to my room. We had nothing to do so I decided to spend my time with him. I never really got to spend time with a pet dog or cat, all the more a pet wolf.

I realized his fur coat was painted with bits or dirt here and there so I beckoned him to go with me to the bathroom.

He hesitated at first but followed after a while. I closed the door and his wolf instinct immediately took over. He began showing me his teeth and formed a stance showing me he was ready to attack if necessary.

I walked near him, each step cautious and placed a hand on top of his head. He moved away quickly. I tried once more and he bit my hand. I was relieved when it was just a cut. I grunted in pain but did nothing. Then, I showed him what he did and I saw that same look of pity and regret in his eyes like last time. He licked my hand and it tickled so I laughed.

It was finally time to give him a bath. I lured some water over him, covering his eyes. Good thing he wasn't reacting. It was as if he understood me. I then poured shampoo over him and scrubbed it until it was all frothy. I giggled when I looked at him. He looked like a sheep or maybe a poodle.

He growled at me as if he was embarrassed so I poured water over him, again, putting my hand over his eyes to make sure no shampoo would get to them.