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The Cruelty Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

6:35 in the Evening

My puppy sniffed everything he put his nose to. The cute thing looked as if he was looking for his own collar. But for some reason, the little guy kept growling. I looked over to a man behind the counter, who kept looking at the little baby. I tried to shoosh him, but instead picked him up and decided to carry him. I wasn’t sure if there was a sign that didn’t allow dogs inside.

I finally found a collar I liked. It was a brown leather collar with small metal buds on it. I tested it around his neck, and it fit perfect. It was only 2.50$ so it was perfect. I’m sure my mother would be happy about my choice, soon I would need a tag for the little baby. Then I heard a whistle.

“Hey sweety…”

I looked behind me. It was the same man from yesterday, from the corner of the pretzel stand. Behind him was his other friends. The 6 of them, and the man with the boom box over his shoulder. This must be the place where they came to hang out and relax. The man who whistled at me wore the red spiked dog collar. He still had the same look as yesterday. He looked…very mischievous. Like he was the one who called the shots.

“How ya doin’ girly? Nice night, ain‘t it?” he came to me.

I kept silent. There was this suggestion that he thought that all girls were easy. But I knew better. It just made me angry that he could take advantage of the fact that I was new in this place.

“Aww, the girl’s shy. Aren’t they all?”

“Ain’t no need to be shy. We’re all friends here…”

The man came up, with his big black boots. Looking like a different version of G.I. Joe. His jacket looked torn, patched up, and ugly. He had no recognition of B.O. either. His dirty hands and tacky style of his clothes. There was no one here to help me, not even the man behind the counter tried to help me. I clicked my tongue.

The other boys behind him looked amused, ready to swoop in and insult me or something. Or try more dirty pickup lines. His greasy hair proved that he didn’t care about anything, or any other personal opinion. At this point, he looked disappointed that I still said nothing.

“What’s wrong, can’t talk?”

“Maybe this little thing needs some company…With all of us.”

“Naw, dude, maybe she would like some dance and food? Perhaps…?”

“Naw, man, how bout a little drink instead?”

Something snarled in his throat. His hand came up to my shoulder, his fingers went a little bit under my shirt, lifted my bra strap and let it snap against my skin. His friends laughed, and that was my cue to walk away.

“Aww! What!? We’re just having a little fun, baby!”

I placed the collar on the counter. The man didn’t care what was going on, but just read a Superman magazine. He burped and took my item and rang it up, the price showing on the black screen. I took out my money, but a hand beside me slapped down a 5$ dollar bill. Crinkled and torn a little. It was the man with the red spiked collar.

“Don’t…” was all I could say.

“No. No. No. Let me pay for it. You can keep the change, babe…”

I assorted out my change and paid for it myself. The man asked if I wanted a bag, but I refused. I took my purchase, and walked out. All I wanted was to be near Tom again and talk to him, make me feel better. In the future, I’m going to train my dog to be vicious against guys like these, I swear.

“Ey! Where ya goin’ hot stuff?” called the surf dude after I walked out.

“Dude, she don’t want you man!” said the man with the boom box.

“Ah, don’t listen to these losers! How bout I use this 5$ for something else then!?” he joked.

What a pervert. I shook my head in disappointment. I checked the time, 6:50. I had a lot of time to kill. My legs moved faster. The good thing was that I was in public, so the boys behind me couldn’t do anything they needed to get my attention. They threw a few insults at me, like tease and bitch. They turned around and walked away. So I made my way to Tom’s work, and sat down on the tables with the umbrellas over it. In 10 min he would talk to me.

Dwayne’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

6:50 in the Evening

David was nowhere to be seen. That son of a bitch disappeared again. There was no way that he was getting off that easy. If he was their leader, then he would have to act like it. And even Dwayne was curious to where he went. For a while the lone vampire walked, searching the Boardwalk for his target. Other gangs looked at him, then walked the other way. Security guards glanced, talked to their communicators, then put their hands on their waists.

After walking by the shops, he looked to his right. A small gang of six men were angry about something. Talking about a hot bitch and 5 dollars. Then for some reason, he smelled something on them. It was very faint, but it was…David. Dwayne made no mistake about it. It was all blood and cigarettes. In a way it was David. It was a thin smell, but it was him. Dwayne moved closer. He shook his head, and turned. He had no time with those idiots.

Fire were lit in garbage cans, with smokers and men playing guitars. Artists drew large funny pictures, selling it and have money being thrown into their hats. Men just sat on their bikes, smoking and drinking and laughing under the carnival lights. No place for children. There was nothing different about the boardwalk, so what would cause David to leave the pack? Just then, his nose caught his scent again. For a strange reason, it was in the same place as last night.

Then he saw her again. Brown shoes and green jacket. It was her again. She was at the hotdog stand. She talked to the worker at the cashier, who he tipped last night. The man held her shoulders and sat her down and talked. The raven-haired vampire moved closer, wanting to make sure that if the girl smelled like their leader. She did. Oddly, she did. She didn’t notice him moving towards her, but he sat exactly where he did last night. And the girl had a puppy.

The girl and the worker in red and white talked about the animal. For awhile, they talked about a name for it. She talked about the collar and the leash, along with her mother for a little while. A few seconds later, the man chose the name Coney. The girl chose Hunter. Both debated, and decided that Hunter was a great name. She thanked him, put on her green jacket, and both began to walk. Dwayne followed them. Maybe they had something to do with David.

“So, how are things going at the stand?” the girl asked, with a smile.

“Business is slow. But I’m sure it’ll pick up soon…” he smiled back.

“That’s cool. And how are things at home?”

“Fine. Just finished painting the kitchen. Painted it green.“

“Hm, that’s nice. And me? There’s nothing new…” she smiled.

“Oh… so…no boyfriend to talk to?”

“No, apparently not. Well, I am new here… So I guess that makes sense.”

“Hey… Wanna eat something? There’s some food stands over here.”

“Ok.”

The two went to a hamburger stand. Expensive at a carnival, but he paid for it. The girl got a hamburger, french fries, and a strawberry milkshake. The man got a hamburger, french fries, and a Coke. They were seated comfortably near a garbage can lit on fire. For some reason, they made a nice picture together. The girl gave Hunter, the puppy, a few french fries.

“Aww, the little guy’s cute. He looks so…feisty.”

“I know. My mom couldn’t stop gawking at him today.”

“Oh, you got him today? From a shelter?”

“Yea, we went downtown. Also went shopping…”

“That’s really cool. Uh…How’s your…burger?”

“It’s ok. It’s good. And are you thinking about getting a pet?” the girl asked.

“Uh, it’s not that I want to… It’s the money.”

“Oh, money kinda tight?” the girl asked, feeding Hunter another french fry.

“Yea, you have no idea… And- And…”

“Tom? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry… But… “ The worker in red and white paused,“ But I think that guy’s staring at you…” the man looked past the girl,” Don’t look. Don’t look. But… he’s either looking at you or me.”

“Well, people are strange here. Don’t mind him,” the girl stated.

Dwayne looked to where the worker looked, but saw no one. The girl was right, there was creeps out there. But he was one of those creeps. The fire of the can almost blew out, the sky seemed to shift.

His eyes looked up, the boys were flying tonight. He knew he had to meet up with them, soon.

He had to feed soon. Dwayne shook his head. Perhaps he was wasting his time. So what if the girl smelled like David. Dwayne turned away and left.

David’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

7:20 in the Evening

Tom looked at him as he talked to the girl. Looked at him again. Then made a statement that David was looking at him. Tom told her not to look, and she stated that there was strange people around. Which was correct. So he paid no attention anymore. The vampire leader seemed to turn pro at expanding his grounds. Soon his target would be his. That made him boil inside. But David turned and walked away. He sensed Paul and Marko take to the skies. And so he had to join them.

Those damn idiots were always hot-tempered now. They hated the fact that David left them alone. Feeling cheap and abandoned. But he had other important things to do. So under the moon, they met up. Flying over their next meal in only a few minutes. Dwayne caught up to them afterwards, looking serious as ever.

And finally, they were all hungry. So all the boys flew away from the pier and the carnival, to somewhere dark. They spotted 6 guys who were stoned as hell. Their laughing chased cats away. David licked his lips. The boys were riled up already. Their feeding frenzy made them forget their small annoyance that David left them. Once in awhile, Dwayne would look at him and look away. The vampires were laughing as they flew. The main thing that came to David’s head, was the collar shop.

“There’s few here. Ya guys have to share a’right?”

“Yea, yea! I call dibs on that guy!”

They laughed.

“The hell!? No dibs!”

“Just shut up and kill them! I get the one in the red spiked dog collar!” David growled, as they dove for the kill.

“I got the one with the boom box!”

“Hey, dude, I get the boom box afterwards!”

So the boys tore those guys apart. The blood spewed, and their tummies were full and satisfied. Disposing their bodies in the ocean. Later they went to Max’s Videostore, just annoying him by their presence. Paul and Marko laughed and joked around flirting with the cashier behind the counter. While Dwayne stood by the doorway waiting for the other boys to exit the store when they’re done fooling around. David didn’t talk either. The customers looked at them, then left the Videostore or tried to ignore them. Paul and Marko began to pet Thorn, and ruffle his ears, shaking his collar. Dwayne looked out the window, doing absolutely nothing to join in Marko and Paul‘s group. David approached him.

“What the hell’s on your mind, Dwayne? Feeling crappy as always? Still down in the dumps? What makes the lone wolf growl this time?” David knew his brother was annoyed, so he thought it would be funny to rile him up a bit.

“What I’m thinking about is where you go when you wake up, David. You didn‘t think we would notice? You disappear and then near midnight you come back, looking hungry and some shit. What do you do when you‘re gone? Go eat more security guards? Terrorize Max all night?” Dwayne turned towards him.

“Damn. Whatever happened to privacy? Oh wait, we‘re vampires aren‘t we? So we have to stick together always? Like shit, we do. And what about you? You look as angry as ever these days, Dwayne. Hehehe… Take it easy. You know we‘ve all been together always. But…times are changing, I‘d say.” David stated.

“Whatever, man. I know we’re not damn kids anymore. So why not send a message to the other boys that they‘re on their own? You know that there can’t be any secrets, David. But you know the law. You know what Max said, don’t you David?”

“So what Max says is law now? When the hell did it become law? I know he wants a family for god knows what! I leave just to be alone these past couple of nights. That’s all. I’m not doing anything to put us in jeopardy. If you‘re that worried.”

David took out his packet, lit a cigarette, put the lighter back in his pocket, and began to huff. Dwayne was angry these days. For reasons he didn’t give a damn about. But David knew that Dwayne was trying to figure out what was so important, as to leave the pack. Was it loyalty that drove David away, or kept them close? The two vampires continued to talk.

“Well, I hope so. Because no one will like that here. We don’t want any real trouble from the humans. And I haven’t been worried. I know you. You always screw up something when you don’t think about it. But I do have something to say to you…”

“And that is?” David smiled.

“Fuck off… I don’t care anymore. Go gurgle holy water in your mouth for all I care. Dig yourself a hole and burn in the sun. Go cry over Star. Maybe she was right to leave this place after all… And maybe you wouldn‘t care about that, huh?”

Dwayne left the Videostore to go wherever the hell he wanted to go. David knew that man had mysteries no one would know about. But that’s what made him… Dwayne. But at least he didn’t know about the girl. That thought triggered something in David. The Videostore was about to close. David, once again, left Paul and Marko to themselves and went off on his own. He picked up his bike and started the engine. Through the marijuana smell on the beach, David raced down on the sand.

Where was his loyalty? That’s precisely what Dwayne asked back at the Videostore. David knew that all vampires had to stick together. It’s how they survived, how they lived. It was like that for years. If they were alone, soon they would surely die. So…David wasn’t sure where his loyalty was. But hell, anything for that piece of meat, David would go a year being alone. The hell with the boys.

He passed the gas station, where him and his brothers horribly mutilated those boys. Went up the road, pass Tom’s house, and to a peculiar home. He parked his bike at the sidewalk. This was her house. He came closer. The smell of soap and fur at his nose. The wind chimes on the porch blew, making fairy music as he approached. He looked up to her window. This was her nest. Her peaceful haven. And possibly a feeding ground for David, when he would have the chance. The windows gave off a yellow glow. The smell of spaghetti in the house and garlic bread.

The girl wasn’t in the living room. She wasn’t in the kitchen. She wasn’t in the hallways. At this time, perhaps now, she already ate her dinner, watched TV, washed dishes, put away the dishes, locked up her bike, changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, and was ready for bed. That was her routine before bed. But that was just a guess. But he would know. David hovered up to her window. The TV was on. The bathroom light was on. There was that smell of soap and fur again.

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

8:00 in the Evening

“Stop moving around Hunter!” I laughed.

I was kneeled down, leaning over the tub. Hunter’s little paws splashed in the tub. The warm water was nice. I scrubbed his neck and his chest. Hunter shook his head, splattering in my face and soap floated in the air. His nails clattered against the floor of the tub. His fur felt slippery. Some little pieces of fur floated in the water. My hand on his new collar, holding him down, for he desperately wanted to get out. Jumping up and down. The soap did well, because brown water was being washed down the drain. A lot of dirt for one puppy. My nails scratched his ears.

“No. Hunter, no!”

Finally after about 10 minutes, I took him out of the tub, grabbed a towel and rubbed down his neck. I got his tail and squeezed the water out of it. The smell of shampoo on his back. Getting the hair dryer, I put Hunter in the sink. I drained the water in the tub. Putting it on full blast, Hunter was dry in no time. I brushed him, and he was clean. Running out of the bathroom, Hunter snuck under my bed. Squeezing himself under. Fearing the bathroom already.

“Oh, don’t be such a cry baby!”

I whistled. But he didn’t come. I whistled again, but he didn’t come. Hunter needed to be trained. I wondered if he was housebroken. I was pretty sure that Tom could help me with that. I laid down upon my bed, the quilt was soft. After a few minutes, Hunter came up from the bed with my yellow sandal in his mouth.

“Hey!”

Hunter shook his head violently, growling, my sandal flapping around like a cheap flag. Hunter then attempted to jump on the bed, but ended up falling back. His round stomach seemed to be the trouble. After trying to jump again, Hunter tumbled backwards again. Tripping over his paws. I took pity and picked him up. I flopped him on his back, both his paws bent.

“Aww, Hunter! That was the most adorable FAIL I’ve ever seen…!” I giggled, holding him close.

He still smelled like soap. There was nothing better than to have a wet dog smell all over you! I played with his paws for awhile. Then my mom knocked at my door, came in and sat on the bed. Her hand scratching Hunter on his ribcage. The perfume of jasmine was on her. Possibly her and dad were going out tonight, to be all lovey-dovey. Their first night out.

“Hey, sweety. Did you wash dishes?”

“Yes.”

“Did you put away the dishes?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Lock up your bike in the back?”

“Yes.”

“Brush your hair?”

“Yes.”

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re ready for bed?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl…”

I smiled and I changed the channel, hugging my pillow. I smelled a little bit of honeysuckle on her.

“Hey, I’m about to do laundry. Do you have any dark colors?”

“Yea, I have my green jacket and my jeans…”

“You’ve got a lot of clothes. Maybe you should get a new wardrobe here.”

“Yea, that’ll be fun. Maybe I can go to the Boardwalk. Or the shops downtown…”

She smiled. My mom went over to my laundry basket and got all my clothes lumped up together. She had to do a few chores herself. She picked up a couple of socks, then paused. She dropped all my clothes and touched my sweater. I didn’t know if she was examining a mustard stain or not.

“Hey, honey. When was the last time you took a shower?”

“This morning. Why?”

“Wheew! Your jacket smells! It smells like…cigarettes and something else I can’t name! I’m going to double rinse this…”

“Whatever’s clever…” I smiled, then frowned,” And I haven’t been smoking! I’m not a smoker! I hate smokers…”

“Well, it smells funny… And I‘ll make sure not to take out the pretty dark green color, ok? I know this is your favorite jacket…”

“Maybe it’s the Boardwalk. I’ve been hanging out down there a lot. And a lot of people smoke down there. Maybe the smell caught onto me.”

“It’s not Tom is it? It better not…”

“No. He doesn’t smoke. All he likes to do is draw and…sell hotdogs. So, he’s clean,” I smiled.

“Ok, it’s all I needed to know…” Then she went to the washer and the dryer.

David’s POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

8:15 in the Evening:

The mother left the room, with the pile of clothes in her hand. So, the little girl doesn’t like smokers does she? Then she’ll love him! David chuckled, with his cigarette in his hand. He tapped it, the ashes falling down on her roof. A small orange light in the darkness. He watched his prey as she petted her puppy and watched more television. She was watching MTV, listening to rock bands play.

The smell of the soap and fur came from the dog. Fresh from the bath. And fresh from the shelter too. So…she named it Hunter. He could see it seemed to fit perfectly with it. But the girl. The girl was too easy to track down. She looked easy to attack and snatch away into the night. She was defenseless. With no one to protect her. It drove him crazy. Those were always his favorite to prey on.

His ears picked up movement. He looked towards the sidewalk and saw a figure walking up towards the house. It wasn’t a jogger or a someone going for a stroll. It was a dark figure coming to their door. The porch light made out everything, as for it was Tom. He knocked. And knocked again. David moved across, ducking out of view from the windows. As the girl’s father answered, David listened in.

“Hey!” Tom smiled.

“Oh, Tom! Good to see you! Good to see you! Wanna come in?”

“Sure!”

“What brings you over here? Bored?”

“Uh, just wanted to say hi. There was nothing to do back at my place.”

“Ah, I see. You look tired.”

“Yea, I got a few customers at the stand. I’m not interrupting, am I?”

“Oh, no, you’re not. You can come over anytime you want. Anytime.”

“Ok, thanks! So…where’s…?” Tom smiled, and the father knew what he was talking about.

“Oh, she’s upstairs with the new puppy. A mongrel isn’t he?”

“Ha! He is. Your daughter has good taste.”

“Hahaha! Well, go on up. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you…”

“Thanks!”

David put his ear up against the wall of her house. The sound of creaking with the sound of the radio. Tom asked the father where her room was. The father replied, giving directions. Tom’s feet pounded on the staircase. He also heard the mother and father were in the living room, playing cards. Every night, they played cards. David listened to where Tom was going. The pounding stopped.

Tom paused. He took a right turn from the stairs, kept walking, then a left turn. Kept walking. Turned to the right. Then came to a stop. There was her door. He knocked. It was at the end of the hall, the corner of the house. David had that memorized. From the beginning of the staircase. A right, kept walking, a left, keep walking, and then stop to the right. Tom was at the right place.

David swooped to her window. The girl got up from her bed, and answered the door. Tom stood there. Her puppy barked at the intruder at the door. Tom smiled at the girl, swooping her in his arms, giving a bear hug, then put her down. The neighbor petted Hunter, giving it a hug, smelling the soap on its neck. The girl closed the door, and she took a seat. Her pajamas showing her legs.

“Hey, Tom! What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. Just came by. Wanted to say hello!”

“Well… Hello.” the girl smiled, folding in her legs.

“Hello…” Tom replied, holding Hunter in his arms like a baby.

“How are things at work?”

“Oh, it’s good. Got a few tips in the jar.”

“Cool. Same routine tomorrow?”

“Sort of. But I get off at 9:00...”

“Oh, well that sucks. But I‘ll be there!”

“I know. And I’m going to be so tired…”

“And what about your art? Watcha draw so far?”

“Well, I drew this!”

He reached in his pocket. It was a folded up. He gave it to her, and she opened it. She smiled. She turned on the lamp, getting better light. David couldn’t get a good look at what was in her hand, so he came abit closer.

“Holy crap, this is awesome!” she gawked.

“Ya think so? That took me about 30 minutes…Tops…!”

“You should make your own comic book!”

“Ah, well, I’m not that good. But I do like comics…”

“Well, there’s a comic book store at the Boardwalk.”

“What? There is? All this time I’ve been here, I didn’t know.”

“Yea! You didn’t know? Yea, there’s a lot of comics.”

“Awesome sauce! Ok, thanks!” Tom smiled.

“And the good thing is that the comics aren’t that expensive.”

“Oh, good. Because recently I’ve been--” Tom’s smile turned into a frown.

A long pause.

“---There is someone outside your window!”

“What!?”

Now, that scared the hell out of David! He jumped back from the light. His bones bubbled with action! He crawled up to the roof. Hard footsteps ran. The window below him opened up. Hunter began to bark.

The girl was scared. Tom looked out the window, on the balcony, and on the street. He shut the window. Closing the curtains. Locking the window, backing away, and standing infront of her.

“Mom! Mom! Dad!”

Footsteps ran to her room. The dog was still barking. The girl turned on all the lights. The door opened up, and the footsteps were her fathers. The mother was running up the stairs. Their breathing, huffing, quick, and fast.

David could figure who was who, because of weight distribution and all the other perfect sounds of their bodies that was needed to be heard.

“What!? What is it!? What happened!?”

“Not to scare you both, but someone was on the balcony here.”

“What!? That’s crazy…! Are you sure?”

The father ran towards the window, looking out. Then going to his daughter, that was standing at the door.

“No, I swear to god, I saw someone. When I said something, it was gone.”

“Dad…!?” The girl stood at the door with her father. Their breathing, alert.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Whatever it was, it‘s gone. It‘s not going to hurt you.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She doesn’t take exciting action too well. It’s something she’s had for awhile.”

“Hon? Sweety, what happened here?” The mother came in at the door.

“Mom, Tom said there was someone outside my window.” More footsteps.

“I knew I didn’t like this neighborhood. Sick sons of bitches, I’m calling 911.”

The footsteps moved. All together. Out the door. Down the hall. The dog stopped barking. But the girl was breathing hard and fast. The vampire leader enjoyed her soft suffering. What was it? A panic attack? It would be fun scaring her. He loved reactions like that. The fear. The sensation to kill something, receiving that last outburst from life. To get to know the person better. But what would life be without death? It was like… a bunch of humming motorcycles crashing inside of your chest. Clashing and burning. That is the reaction from their victims, the depending doom.

Your POV:

Tuesday, June 14th

8:30 in the Evening

My father‘s nose was on the back of my head.. His hands holding my shoulders. His chest against my back. My legs laid out on the couch. My mother called 911, trying to not stutter on the phone. Something in my tummy was trying to stop my breathing. Tom swore whoever was outside my window was just a creep, trying to spy in on a pretty girl. My father told Tom to hold me feet. I was sprawled onto my dads chest, and everyone was scared.

“Sweety. Please… Hold onto the pillow. Hold on as tight as you can, honey. Can you feel my breathing? Find the rhythm. Control it. I know you‘re scared. I know it hurts. I know it hurts. Control your breathing.”

My hands gripped onto the pillow, on my chest. I hated these nerves of mine, I hated it. What was happening to me, I’ve had almost my whole life. It was like a quick panic attack, or it was asthma. I couldn’t remember. My chest felt tight. My eyes looked up at the ceiling, and my face going pale.

Damn it hurt so bad. My chest rose high and fell again. My head swirled with fear and confusion. As I breathed, the roof of my mouth was dry. My lungs felt they were being pushed to the limit. My eyelids stung, along with my neck. My father spoke to me again.

“You’re almost there."

I still couldn't breathe. But I could hear his voice.

"Just breathe slow, baby. Just breath slow. Control it. There’s no reason to be scared anymore. Your heart‘s beating fast. Please, I need you to listen to me. Breathe.”

His voice wasn't panicky. It was calm. His chest heaved up and down, as mine did. Tom held onto my feet. Slowly the feeling in my tummy and chest, was slowly going away. My white fists on the pillow were slowly being loosened. My dad was trying to stay calm, and his grip on my shoulders were tighter. My eyes began to flutter. My mother came back, but couldn’t watch.

“Breath. You see? You’re almost there. Feel yourself let go. Find the rhythm with my breathe. Calm down. The pain’s stopping… There you go. It’s stopping. You’re not scared. There you go. You’re here…”

I closed my eyes, and opened them again. I was fine now, but then I began to cough. My mother brought over a trashcan, and I spit. Tom let go of my legs. My mom hugged me, telling me to go to bed. My father told Tom that he appreciated the help, and Tom said it was no big deal.

My dad calmed down himself. Tom wanted to leave, give us some time by ourselves. My mom brought my up to my room and told me that she would be sleeping in here for tonight. I was fine with it.

She sealed the windows, and made a bed for herself on the floor. Hunter stopped barking and slid under the bed. I laid myself down on my bed. A while later, the police came up. Knocking on the door. While I was slowly falling asleep in peace, my dad was outraged as they told them the story.

They made reports and asked questions, and came inside the house. My father told them the whole story. They suggested security lights, secure locks on the doors, and a high fence. They laughed and said it was a good idea to get a dog in the first place. My father laughed afterwards.

More policemen came, from their cars with the red and blue lights spinning around. A total C.S.I. picture. The police scattered with their flashlights in hand, on the balcony, and in the backyard. Searching all over the house with dogs. They bid us goodnight, as they found nothing.

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