“When did we get a dog?” Mimi says though her words are completely slurred. I look at her confused and ask. “What are you talking about we never got a dog?” She looks bewildered, and I sweep the yard to see if there is a dog in sight. Nope nothing must just be the tequila getting to her.
“You don’t see it, Clifford the big red dog is right the fuck there, and how could you miss that. Look Jenna. Look.” She slurs in an excited tone. She sounds like one of those kids that ask a million in one questions, the ones that are like, why’s the sky blue mom? Or why do I have to take a bath.
“No I don’t see Clifford Mimi.” I grumble, dragging her up the front steps. She stops me dead in my tracks as she takes my face and shoves it in the direction of Clifford the Big Red Dog.
“Mimi, I don’t know what you’re talking about… are you sure you didn’t do drugs tonight?” I look at her skeptical that she maybe not telling the truth.
“Its righhhhtttt….thhherreeee.” She says in my ear pointing at the fire hydrant. Holy hell, no way does she think that thing is the dog she’s talking about. I let out a shallow laugh, readying myself to break her heart.
“That’s not a dog Mimi.” I say, trying to hide the laughter. Her big, green eyes look into mine, they're glazed over, and her perfectly almost always straight hair is a matted mess. I wonder when was the last time I had seen her, this out of place.
“What do you mean that’s not a dog. He is cute and adorable. Can we keep him?” She begs, as she struggles to get out of my grip and run over and pet the “dog”. I let out a sigh as I hold her tighter to me, pushing further up the steps.
“Why can’t we keep him Jen Jen… he’s so cute.” She whines, as we make it to the door. Thank the lord. Anymore about the “dog” and I was going to go insane.
“It’s not a dog Mimi. Therefore we can’t keep it.” I say fumbling with the keys in the lock as I get the door open. It’s never felt so good to be home. I dispose of Mimi on the couch as I pull my shirt and shorts off. I take a shower washing away the smoke, sweat, and scent of Rex. I cleanse myself of anything that had to do with him. I throw on some pjs and crawl into bed, knowing very well that I can’t dispose of him from my dreams.
Hells Knocking on Your Door
I awake to a seriously loud pounding noise, but can’t tell if it’s just my head throbbing or someone pounding on the front door. I roll over looking at my phone. Two missed calls from my mom, and it’s ten AM.
The loud pounding continues and I take notice that it’s not just my head throbbing. I scuffle with the covers and let out a soft curse as my feet hit the cold hardwood floor. The pounding is more frantic and louder.
I shuffle faster towards the door. All I have to say is there better be a fire, or someone better be dying if you're pounding on my door like that, at this time.
I grab the handle, as I unlock Fort Knox. Who even has this many locks on their door? I whip the door open with more force than needed, and immediately feel the need to slam it closed. Like I said someone better be dying.
“Isn’t too early to be harassing people?” I ask my voice croaks like a frog, and I realize I just crawled out of bed to answer the door. I’m in a three times too big, old t-shirt, my undies, and my hair is sticking up in every direction.
“Awe look at how cute she looks when she wakes up in the morning.” Ryder says his voice takes on the sound of a mother admiring her small child. I give him a death glare, it’s way too fucking early for this shit. Rex catches my eyes, and I have to hold myself back from meeting his gaze. He’s got a cool smile on, and he looks laid back and content, far from anything I am.