After the tragic incident that happened eleven years ago, Celio sought shelter to the only family she knew she had left, her father. But what she didn't know were the skeletons hidden behind every closet of his.
Escaping a nightmare is never easy...
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THE SOUND OF THE bell chimed as I entered my favorite place in this universe. I greeted Mrs. Robbins who was busy typing on her computer with pretzels scattered all over her desk. And did I mention she's always so grumpy?
Anyways, after giving her my largest grin, which she never returned, I strolled further to the back side of Woofs & Whiskers, a local pet rescue shelter I volunteered in. And as soon as I opened the sliding door, two small paws ambushed me along with deep chuckles flaring up on the horizon.
"Calm down buddy!" I laughed while rubbing the little fluff with both hands causing the little golden retriever to gape at me adorably. "He could sense you coming, I swear that thing is unstoppable." Without flattening my smile, I fix my attention on the speaker.
Ezra Miller, dark blonde hair tucked back under a baseball cap and squinted green eyes, the kind of shade that appears dim by far but light when you scan closer. He also got that sun-kissed face. If I hadn't known better, I would've mistaken him for a younger version of Chad Michael Murray because that's exactly who he looked like.
And this dupe of him happened to be my best friend.
"He's lucky he's cute," I picked the puppy up and hugged Ezra. "How are you though?" I asked him before breaking the contact.
"Besides the fact that I had to deal with dog shit this morning, I'm peachy." He answered then nudged me over to the area where the animals eat. "How about you? Any improvements with your dad?" He asked nervously with pity lacing his tone.
"Right, let's not talk about that." I sighed and glanced down to see Zozo, the golden pup, stirring lightly.
It was early October, almost ten years since my father took me in, since my mother died. I can't say I feel whole again, no, but I tried to muster a happy face all the time, it's not like him and I talk. Correction, we never talked, unless it was necessary like simple greetings, school and needs.
Truth be told, he's never there for me. I guess mom was right when she said she left him for my sake, because this man who shared so little features of me is not the type to care let alone raise a child. I swallowed the feeling of unwantedness long ago.
