Best Friends

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A short story following the life of Tuck until his life suddenly gets turned upside down, in a way neither you, nor he ever expected.

 

At a young age my parents put me up for adoption. They’d had too many kids and couldn’t afford to keep me. This may sound sad, but I’m extremely happy that this happened. The family that adopted me didn’t necessarily have the nicest things, but they did everything they could for me, and took great care of me. And above all else they loved me, and I loved them. Before they adopted me, my new parents had had one daughter named Julie. Julie was 16, just a few years older than I. Julie and I got along great, and she gave me the nickname Tuck. I’m not really sure why, but it stuck and soon our parents were calling me that too.

Arriving at my new home was very exciting for me. I was a little disappointed when I found out that Julie and I had to share a room because of the size of the house, but I soon got over this. Our parents set up kind of like a pallet with a sleeping mat and blankets for me to sleep on as a temporary solution. As the time went by, and it went by very fast, Julie and I grew closer and closer. We loved spending time together, especially time outside. We would spend so much time outside playing catch, or going for long walks in the neighborhood. It was great.

My family did everything to make sure that I was happy, they frequently bought me treats and new toys, that Julie and I could play with together. What they didn’t know was that that wasn’t necessary because as long as I was with them, I was happy.

I always looked up to my dad, not just because he was really tall, but because he worked hard everyday to support his family. No matter how much work that he had to do, he always made sure to find time to spend with me and Julie. He didn’t have to be, but he chose to be a dad to me, which made it even more special. I’ve always hoped that I’ll turn out to be a dad like him.

There was one night that I will never forget. No matter how hard I try, it will never be erased from my memory. Everything seemed perfectly normal, we’d had a happy evening playing games, and just spending time together. Then it became time for us to go to bed, so Julie and I lead the way and our parents soon followed. As we walked into our bedroom I thought I smelled something weird, it was almost bitter and metallic, but I didn’t think anything about it, and fell almost straight to sleep.

Later that night, I really don’t know how much it was, I woke up and could smell the same thing I had earlier. This time it seemed stronger though, and along with the bitter metal smell, was a stench, it was almost unbearable but was still only an undertone. I decided to get up and try to find where this was coming from. I left Julie and I’s room and walked down the hallway. First I came to the living room, and the further I walked, the worse the smell got. At the end of the hallway was my parent's room, which almost seemed to be where the smell was focused.

I approached their room and was filled with apprehension about what I would see. I nudged the door open and walked inside. First I noticed a figure that I thought was my dad standing by the bed. I walked up to him to see if he knew where the smell came from, but as I came closer, the smell only got worse.

Soon I got close enough to realize that the man there was not my dad. When he heard me, he turned to face me. Once he saw me, he walked up to me, patted my head and said, “Good boy,” then kept on walking. I went over to my parent’s bed and it took me a moment to realize that what I had been smelling was blood, and that my fur was soaked in it from where the man had touched me. As I realized this I rushed to try to warn Julie before the man could do anything to her, but I was too late.

I got to the door of our room just as the man was exiting. He again patted my head, and then continued to walk away. As he left me alone in the house, I was filled with despair. I sadly looked down at my four useless paws, useless. I walked over to the door, and began to whine as I laid down. If only there was something I could’ve done to save them. I couldn’t even chase after the man. I couldn’t even open the door. After all my family had done for me, I couldn’t do anything for them. I was utterly and completely useless. Maybe I could have done something, if only I weren’t just a dog.

 


Submitted: December 01, 2016

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hullabaloo22

A story with a real unexpected twist. Well done!

Sun, December 4th, 2016 11:39am

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