1001 Love Stories Darker

Pet(3)

Word count: 2551

I remember that Christmas.

I remember running down stairs like a bat out of hell and making into the massive living room filled to the brink with neatly rapped boxes but I didn't care.

There was one thing I wanted and I just new that somewhere in this mess he was waiting.

I wanted a puppy.

I first moved boxes, then begin to open the bigger ones, then the smaller ones, then the ones I was sure wasn't a puppy but maybe said where I could find my new puppy.

Then finally I set in a mess of rapping paper toys, gifts but no puppy.

I felt tears start to trail down my face as I started to sob like an uncontrollable six year old.

I just wanted a puppy.

When I heard the front door open I looked up to see my dad and standing just at eye level with me was a blonde hair blue eyed child who for a moment I thought was a a kid until I saw the tail. I new instantly that I had gotten my wish.

"Puppy!" I scream charging him and he instantly tries to run before dad grabs him by his arm.

"Act like you have some since, he is your master now, respected him." My dad said and he started to cry but I only hug him.

"I'll take good care of you." I whisper and with that I met my dog, but honestly more accurately my first real love.

Now let's get one thing straight, technically it's illegal to own a Neko, Kitsune, or Inu.

But my dad isn't the most, 'honest' businessmen and the moment I found out that I could have both a dog and a kid to play with I wanted one.

"I should give you a name." I told the Inu as I ran around my massive bedroom looking for a place to put the somewhat large dog bed.

"What do you think about, Teddy!" I yell and he doesn't seem to pay me any mind just looking out the window at our massive backyard.

"Don't worry, we'll go for lots of walks and play games and;"

Suddenly before I could even process anything he jumped out of the window and being the dumb kid I am, I followed.

He wasn't hurt but I was.

Just a lot of cuts and bruises but my dad was having none of this.

My dog was dragged into the snow by his tail and I begged my dad not to take him.

I didn't want a new dog,

I didn't want a better dog.

I didn't care if he was broken.

I wanted him.

I wanted him and the thought that he would be taken away caused me to sob uncontrollably.

Then finally the door was slammed and he was dragged into the basement.

I sat at the top of the stairs having to listen to inhuman screams of pain that sounded half dog, have tortured soul.

I hated it, I hated it more then anything.

Then finally he took off passed me and I got up to follow him.

Into my room and under my bed.

Whines and sobs came from the bed and I regretted it more then anything.

I didn't want him to be hurt and when a small puddle of pee came from under the bed I didn't tell dad in fear he would hurt him more. I just did my best to mop it up with one arm and then tried my hardest to get him out.