About 30 minutes later the car stopped. The lady got out and opened the door. She took the cage and unlocked it. She took me out of the cage and took me inside a small house, I'm guessing it was her house. When we got in she turned on the lights and put me on the floor. Now I could see her face. Her hair was black and was wavey, Her eyes were bright blue. She looked like a 28 year old. She walked over to a phone on the counter. I wasn't that scared anymore, I don't think she was scared of me either, You know because of how I look. I was just so use to people saying that on the streets, but still I couldn't trust anyone.
The women just stomped around the house and put some paperwork together. She seemed frustrated mixing up all the paperwork. I just watched cluelessly blocking her way and didn't understand how much stress she was carrying on her back.
When she finally had settled everything she reached for the phone and dialed in a number. I really wanted to know who she was calling
YOU ARE READING
The Bond
HumorHow I look never defines me When I have someone to love Belker was an ugly mutt that never had an owner because he wasn't "cute" in of.. Will all that change?
