I felt sick to my stomach, my hands were clammy.  Dad.... he couldn't actually be there. Could he? I was being over flowed with so many different emotions. Happiness, despair, anger, disappointment, anguish and feeling a lack of trust. Without warning I sprinted my way home and to my surprise my redish brown buddy came running along with me.

*time skip to his front porch*

We finally make it to the front porch looking like panting recks. Quickly my hand goes into into my bag in search if my keys. "Fuck" I yell pulling my hand from the bag quickly. I never put my pocket knife back into it's cover. The consequence of my mistake is directly on the inner side of my hand. A giant cut has been gifted to me. My mom opened the door looking surprised. "What happened?!" she yelled "N-nothing mom it is okay." I said flashing a toothy grin. My teeth were relatively good, I never needed braces or anything of the sort. The only thing wrong with them was their sharpness. My k-9 teeth needed to be sanded down every month, but lately that needed to be done more frequently. If I let them grow out they would end up cutting my bottom lip, it gave excruciating pain for them to grow.

"If you say so honey" her tone did not sound convincing at all, she is a horrible lier. "Anyways, did you great your father?" she asked me "N-no I di-didnt get the chance to." I replied in pain "Well hurry, take a shower and come down. Don't take too long though, dinner will be done soon." she said walking me to the stair landing. Quietly i walked up the wooden stairs when I hear a pidder padder following closely behind me. Quietly I giggle to myself and bring my new dog into my room. I open the door and he strides into my room and laied down on my bed with a pretty pleased look on his face. "Make your self at home I guess. So my little pal, you need a name. I'll think about it while I take a shower." That was a lie all I could think about was if it was my dad sitting in the light grey couch.

I got dressed, my black oversized sweater with the words pray for the sinful written in red on the sleeves, my light blue jeans, and a white pair of socks. Quickly I slide my way my my downstairs forgetting about my sleeping four legged friend.

I was in such a rush to see who was awaiting me in the living room. "In the kitchen love" she said with a soft and sweet voice. Anxiously I walked twords my chair and look up to see.... a complete stranger.

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