My Dad Hates me and my Mom Let me Have a Chihuahua

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I took Jasmine home in a cast that had to be put on her leg. I picked out a pink one to match her collar. The whole time we rode in the car she kept trying to jump off my lap. I had to keep holding her down so she wouldn't hurt her leg even more.

I decided that Jasmine was staying in my room and told mom on the way to the pet shop. We went to Pet Parlor, the one where we were allowed to take in pets. I had to carry Jazzy, my nickname for her, so she wouldn't ruin her new cast. I chose a super fuzzy, light purple bed that was small enough for her and it would go perfectly with my purple and pink room. I got a tie dye leash that was the same as her collar and lots of food, treats, and toys I think she would love.

When my mom and I got home dad wasn't there yet, so I ran up to my room with Jazzy in my arms and set all of her things around my room. I put her and her toys in her bed.

"All the purple and pink in this room goes perfect with your smooth tan fur," I cooed to Jasmine.

"Julia, time for dinner," called mom.

"Coming!" I shouted picking up Jazzy. I jogged down the stairs as fast as I could without dropping Jasmine. When I got down the stairs I saw dad "loud talking" to mom. Mom always called dad yelling at her "loud talking" so I wouldn't get upset that they were fighting. So I just sat at the table waiting for them to finish.

They came in a few minutes later, mom was looking sad and dad was looking steamed. I sat quietly with Jasmine on my lap hoping dad wouldn't notice, unless that's what mom and dad were fighting about. I remained quiet until dad finally decided to speak.

"Get that rat away from where we eat!" he yelled at me.

"Yes sir," I said quickly, running upstairs. I gently set Jazzy in her bed hoping she would fall asleep. On my way out I filled up her food bowl and water bowl next to her bed and closed the door. I rushed back downstairs because I know dad hates it when I'm late for dinner. I made it just in time, though dad seemed even more upset. I'm not quite sure what I did but I didn't want to make father angrier so I only opened my mouth to eat, never to speak.

After dinner I ran upstairs to check on Jasmine, I hoped she was okay. I opened my door to Jazzy, on my bed with my homework ripped up all over the floor. She was chewing on a new beanie baby my cousin gave me, it was my favorite.