After that night when me and Lonnie fell asleep, we kinda stayed distant from each other. He stopped coming over and I didn't step foot at his house, of course his mom would come over to see my mom but I was always in my room or out in the back yard with my two pitbulls, Maximus and Coleson.

As I was outside one day, Mrs. K called me to her side, I just looked at her for a moment then went inside and shut the door behind me so Max and Cole wouldn't jump on her. “Yes?” I said as I shoved my hands in my pockets. She knew something was up, I think, or maybe she just wanted someone to talk to sense my mom was changing in her room up the stairs. She turned her whole body towards me and sighed “Lonnie has been miserable since you two stopped talking Zak..I think you should apologize..” Apologize? For what?! My whole expression changed and I went back outside, leaving the door open, Cole and Max lunged at her, a greeting of course. I went down the small hill, down to a small creek and looked at all the small fish swimming around. Then, I heard a branch snap, as if something or someone was walking around or watching me. Whatever it was, it stopped dead in its tracks. I got up, jumped across the creek and walked around. I heard my mom yell from the house “Don’t go too far Zoomy!” I haven't heard that nickname in years. She used to call me that when her and dad were still together, after they split, I never saw him again and never heard that nickname again, it sucks how things change so much. I continued to walk, leaves crunching and twigs breaking as I walked through the brush, I was looking at my feet the whole time and I had run into something hard. I looked up and saw the same creepy house and got chills. “..maybe that creep is gone?” I walked up on the old porch and looked through the window, it looked the same, bright and warm. I opened the door and it did still sound old, when I walked in, I shut the door and wandered around for a little bit before walking into the kitchen. I made myself at home and made it as fun as I could, it felt like I lived on my own and this whole house was mine. Then I heard something walking behind me and I got up so fast you wouldn't believe, it was the same creepy dude. Something was different though, his hood was off and he had a mask on. All I thought was, “First you wear a hood to hide your face and now you're wearing a mask? How childish” Then he jumped over the couch and walked towards me, I ran up the stairs and he ran after me. I got to a bedroom and locked the door so he couldn’t get in, I also shoved a bunch of things in front of the door just in case. He got to the door and tried to bust it down, failing every time when he hit it, eventually the banging stopped, it was quiet. No wind, no footsteps, no banging, and no light in this room, I climbed out the window and fell onto the ground, limping all the way home.

When I got to my street I saw Lonnie with his skater friends, I limped past them, I was in so much pain, my ankle was killing me and as i walked away, all I heard was them laughing about how weird I was, Lonnie agreed with every word they said. The next day I walked outside with crutches. I was pissed off and seeing Lonnie made me even more mad. He looked at me with his stupied golden eyes and smile. I ignored him of course and made my way down to the street, my mom drove past stopping the car where I was, stumbling along, I threw my crutches down on the ground and said some words a God would disapprove of. She sighed and picked them up for me as if I was a kid having a tantrum, she tried to comfort me and I snapped “Stop treating me like a baby! I’m 15 years old and I don't need your help!” I snached the crutches out of her hands and made my way back home. I regret yelling at her, I do, but she has never done this whole codling thing ever in my life. She always was out cheating on dad or doing drugs, not really a good mom I know but she's the only one I have, she's been clean since dad left and she claims to want to be a better mom.

That was two weeks ago and my ankle is better, mom told me to go out for daily runs so I can stretch it out. I said sorry to her also and she didn’t have anything to say of the matter and that's her way of saying ‘It's ok..Zoomy’. As I went on my run with Coleson, aka Cole, he saw Lonnie and growled. Cole never growls unless he knows I really don't like a person, when Lonnie heard Cole growl, he threw a small stick at Cole. I stopped in my place and looked at him “Don’t throw shit at my dog you asshole” Then I went on my way, when I got home, Cole went straight to his doggie bed and that's when I saw his paw bleeding. Then I thought, Lonnie tends to sharpen sticks sharp enough to cut skin, I sighed and fixed up Cole and went to his house, when his drunken dad opened the door I went straight to Lonnie’s room which was full of the damn skater boys again. I went up to him and started to beat the hell out of him and grabbed his pocket knife and put it to his neck, “Hurt my dog again...i’ll kill you, got that Lonnie…” his skater friends just stared at me and then sat down where they could. I’m crazy but not crazy enough to kill a person, but crazy enough to make it seem as if I am. I dropped the knife and went to my house and Max came running outside with the biggest pitbull smile, he's the goofy one out of the two, and Coleson is the more overprotective dog but since Coleson was out of a job at the moment Max was up to the plate. They both slept with me every night, they were my two guard dogs. They protected me, and I protected them, win-win. Sad thing is, I can't take Max out on a run, he would drag me everywhere, and by drag me, I don't mean little tugs, I mean all the way on the ground being pulled by a strong ass dog. When he was a pup, he did that to me, my arm and leg was messed, lucky we kept him. So I take Cole out on runs mainly because he’s more calm and tends to run beside me, and Max gets to enjoy the huge backyard and long day fetch sessions.

When school got out Lonnie’s mom and dad got divorced, his dad cheated on his mom with a bunch of women and was getting drunk too much. So her and her dumb son moved into our house. I hated the idea but I dealt with it. I told my mom what happened with Cole and she banned Lonnie from sharpening sticks, his mom agreed and he put his knife up on a shelf. He was staying in my dad's room, but before he stepped foot in there, I went in and looked at everything. I hadn’t been in there in so long. There was pictures of all of us as a family and even when I was little, that room smelled so much like him, so I took all his shirts and put them in my room, I took his blankets off his bed and put them on my bed, i even took the desk he had and every single photo of all of us as a family and even the ones of when I was little. My room turned into his room and his smell soaked into everything, the walls, the carpet, even my pillows. I didn’t want that nasty boy to ruin anything that was my dads, when my mom went to show him his room, she was talking about how his clothes might fit him and how there's a desk to work at and how amazing the room was, and how perfect it was, then the moment she opened the door, there was nothing but a empty closet, a naked mattress, and a bare wall. She told him to settle in and came to my room with a smirk on her face, “Did you steal all that stuff just so he couldn’t have it” she laughed and sat on my bed next to me, I glanced at her and cracked a smile “I just wanted to save his stuff and his smell” my smile faded, same with her smile. She pulled me over and took a deep breath to get a nice smell of the room, I hugged her. “Smells so much like him...You miss him kiddo?” I didn’t say anything, of course I missed him, he was my dad, my best friend, “I..I just wish I could see him again, where is the good old alien again?” I asked looking up at her, she paused and really thought about it, was she really going to tell me? “Are you going to try to run away again??” she said looking down into my bright green eyes, I shook my head and right when she said ‘He’s in-’ Lonnie walked in and said “My mom needs help reaching something in the basement..” My mom moved me and went to help his mom, he just stood there in the doorway, I called Cole and Max. Only Cole came, thats weird I thought, I yelled for Max and his mom walked into the doorway, “Oh you didn’t know? I gave that black and white dog to a friend of mine.” she said smiling, like this was a joke “What the hell is wrong with you?! This isn’t even your house and you think you can just throw a family member away like that! Maximus is not a dog! He is a hyper, smart, pitbull! And you better bring him back or i’ll tell Cole here, to rip your damn face off!” She called for my mom and when she came up she could tell I was about to cry and asked what was wrong “She got rid of Max!” I couldn’t hold back the tears and they started to rush down my cheeks. My mom hunted down Max, he was at a dog fighting arena and stole him back, when Max was back at a safe area, my room, he was bleeding from all the bites, cuts, and he was whining. I guess he really was just a soft baby. The owner of the arena came with my mom and he was so sorry, he had zero idea the dog had such a loving family, he wanted mine and my mom’s numbers so he could contact her or me if he had a pit that was under age or over age. He explained they have regulations and rules and that he was not in the arena when Max was put into the fighting area, “Dogs that fight, have limits, if the fight gets too bad, we have to break it up. No matter if we get hurt in the process. Also the person that put him in should have known he was under age and was a soft dog, he didn’t even fight back. I’ll go bet the rest of my med-kit and fix him up.” I Held his head on my lap and stayed with him all night long.

It took a whole 3 months for Max to regain trust for Coleson. Even trusting me and my mom, Lonnie and his mom moved out after the accident, Lonnie and I are still friends but only because he said sorry like ten thousand times. He moved back in with his dad, Coleson and Maximus are back to being best friends, and me and my mom fixed my dad's room back up, everything was back to normal, so I thought.

NOTE

This part was very hard for me to write, I can relate a lot on what happened this time, and how Zak is feeling, I've had a friend like Lonnie who had stabbed me in the back and listened to people around him but never listened to his heart and himself, we are still friends but the next part won't be as ((animal)) bad