My Naga Owners

17)-Felix's Good Boy

Lucas' POV:

    "Mommy, look!" I raise my stuffed ladybug up to my mom's face. "Mr Ladybug was hungry! So, I fed him some of my spaghetti."

    "You've gotten him all dirty now. Besides ladybugs don't like spaghetti. It'll give them stomach aches. They like to eat other bugs."

    I stare at my favorite stuffed animal with wide eyes. My eyebrows raise and my lips part. "You didn't tell me you were a cannibal."

    "Come on. Let's go get Mr Ladybug clean."

    "But what about his stomach? He's going to have stomach aches because of me!"

    "It's okay, Luke. I'm sure he will forgive you. Won't you Mr Ladybug?"

    Mommy gently takes Mr Ladybug from my small hands and turns him towards me. "I forgive you, Lucas."

Mommy uses a deep silly voice to mock Mr Ladybug's voice. She pushes him in my face as she shakes him around.

    My hand grips the soft red hair, as I pull Mr Ladybug to the side. My eyebrows are furrowed and I stare up at mommy. "Mr Ladybug doesn't sound like that, and he only lets me hear his voice." I tilt my head to the side a bit.

    Mommy's slender fingers scratch the back of her head and her face crinkles as a weird smile grows on her face. A small red blush spreads over her cheeks. "Oh. Well can you go get the laundry detergent so mommy can clean Mr Ladybug."

"Yeah! I'll be right back!" I exclaim. My feet lead me away from the two, taking me to my destination.

    My hand lands on the old silver knob of the door. I stare at the chipped paint on the white door as I force it open. A small grunt fills the empty hallway as most of my strength is put into opening the door.

Red brooms, green dusters, yellow sponges, colorful spray bottles, and the laundry detergent fill the old closet. My eyes focus on the plastic containers that are filled with blue and green liquid.

    "Which one should I get? This one will make him softer," I whisper picking up a heavy orange container full of laundry detergent, "but this one will make him smell better."

    I look between the orange container and the green, slightly smaller, one. A small whine escapes me as I look back and forth. I can't decide.

    "Wait. I'll take both! He'll be soft and smell good!" My eyes light up at the idea and a smile graces my face.

    My fingers wrap around the handle on the small one, and I place it on my head, making sure to keep a good grip on it. The rubbing sound of the orange container being pulled behind me assaults my ears.

    A dent appears on the orange container as it hits a corner for the forth time. The force of each bump makes me steady the green container on my head so it doesn't fall.

    "I did it! I brung both of them because I want him to be sof- mommy?" I cut myself off in the middle of my sentence as my face shifts with my emotions.

My eyes are wide and glazed over with unshed tears. A loud thud echoes through the laundry room as I fall to my knees. I drag myself across the floor on all fours until I'm by mommy's side.

    Blood slowly trickles out of a small hole in her forehead. Reaching a shaky hand to her forehead, I wipe some of her blood away.

I bring my small hand up to my face and stare at the dark red liquid. An involuntary cry claws it's way out of my throat.