Black Roses

Strays have to stay together - Chapter 2

-Crystals POV-
I drive, fast, but not over the limit. As I arrive I run to my door and look for my key through my black and white purse. I couldn't find it so I look under the "Not Home Goodbye" placemat. Not there. I run to the back door. I try to pry it open. Still nothing. I give up and sit on the front steps. As I look on my phone I hear a car honk. I look up to see Dylan and her "squad" in a pink Lamborghini. I run to my backyard. I look around and run to a bush in the forest. As I kneel down my back aches in pain. I touch the wound and feel blood. As I look around I see a small stray dog.
"Come out, come out!" Dylan screams.
I hear her step on leaves close to the bush I was behind. As I hear her stalk towards the bush I know I'm about to die. Suddenly the stray dog jumps out at them and barks wildly, showing his teeth clearly.
"Ahhh!!" I hear Dylan screech "we'll be back!!".
The Lamborghini starts and drives away. The dog walks towards me. When he is a few inches from me he jumps on me and licks me.
"Thanks..." I said, hugging him "strays have to stay together...".
After a while I throw a rock at the window of my house to get in. When I get in I get food for the stray, as he looks skinny.
"I wanna call you... Fire." I State " because a fire is strong at the beginning then it dies a little then you get stronger with every log that gets thrown at you. And you stay strong.".
He licks my face and I smile.
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I hobble towards the drivers seat and get in. As I get in I start the car. Then I drive.
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I get out of the car and move to the other side. I open the door and carefully pick up Fire. As I pick him up he stares at me. As we walk in it look around to see vets all around. As I got to the desk I ring the bell for service. As I get an answer I smile.
"Hello, can I help?" She asked.
"Uh yes please! My dog Fire, I just got him and I wanted to get him checked up please." I lied.
"Of course one moment please." She walked away.
I cradled Fire, reassuring him everything was okay. After a few minutes the vet came back with paperwork for me to sign. Uh paperwork, I'll have to pretend to be my mom, good thing we look alike and I keep a copy of her license in my purse. When she asked for my license I scrambled around my purse pretending I didn't know were it was, but I put in the exact same spot; in the left pocket inside my purse. I handed it to her smiling. She looked at the ID then looked at me; she'd she the same face, long, curly red hair piled over a oval, olive head with cyan eyes, thin red eyebrows, full pink lips, a stubby nose, and freckles on my cheeks. She hands me back the ID and leads me to a small, pink room with a bench and a table. Minutes go by as I wait for the vet hoping that I can fix Fire. He is skinny and short and you can see his ribs, that's not good for a dog.