Chapter Five
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After the shower I got dressed in my soft and comfy pajamas that I would literally kill someone if they took them from me.
Okay maybe that's too extreme but seriously I would hurt them badly if they were taken. I chuckled to myself and wrapped my hair in my towel, going to get something to eat for dinner.
Oh, remember how I said I hated dogs and wolves? Well I have a dog. Stupid, I know but I only got it because I needed company.
I could've gotten a cat but there were none left so I just got a dog.
His name is Ruthless and he's a husky which means I keep my house cold. I usually don't mind the cold, especially when it's summer. I heard the clashing of Ruthless's nails hitting the hard wood floor and I looked down at him.
"You are literally the only dog I like." I cooed, squatting down, and began to scratch and pet him. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth and he stared at me with his two different colored eyes.
One blue and one grey.
He then licked my face and I tensed up.
I always tense when anyone gets anywhere near my neck. It brings back memories... horrible memories that I never wanna remember.
I sighed and stood up, opening my fridge and grabbing my left over salad. Yes, a salad. I'm on a diet because I feel I'm too fat and chubby. I'm curious as to why my boss hasn't fired me because of how fat I am.
I guess there are fat strippers though.
I'm only 128 lbs at the age of 20 and at the height of 5'9 but when I look in the mirror I see an ugly beast who has been attacked by a beast at one time.
I still fear dogs. I even fear Ruthless sometimes but I've had him since I was 18 so I shouldn't worry but I do. He was only a puppy when I got him but now he's a grown little doggo.
I finished my salad and set my plate in the sink then I noticed Ruthless was whining about needing to go outside and do his business so I just rolled my eyes, taking the towel off my head, and grabbed the leash, taking him outside.
When we were outside I took Ruthless for a walk around my yard and he did his business, after that was finished he dragged me back to the front door.
Just as I was about to open my door I felt someone slap their hand over my mouth, causing my eyes to go wide with horror.
"Hey sweetie... you smell delicious. I wonder if you taste just as good..." the deep male voice trailed off, his face right next to my ear.
I felt my heartbeat quicken as I felt his lips trail down from my ear to the crook of my unharmed neck. I don't want another hurt spot.
I felt his cold lips began to kiss the spot which made me whimper in fear. Who is this person and why does he have such cold skin?
Suddenly I felt sharp teeth graze my neck and that's when my common sense kicked in. I shoved myself out of his grasp and turned, giving him one hard punch to the face.
Without waiting around, I ran inside and held my chest that is somehow holding my heart that wants to jump out. I looked down at Ruthless and sighed shakily. "Damn Ruthless, you should've been out there when I just got attacked but no, you ran inside just as the guy showed up."
Ruthless stared at me then walked away.
"And now I'm talking to my dog again." I muttered to myself.
I was still shaken up by what happened so I went into the bathroom and looked at the part of my neck where he almost bit me.
There was a mark where he pierced my skin but it wasn't deep because I pulled away and hit him. I shook my head and walked to my bed, plopping down on it, I covered up with the blankets.
Just as I was about to fall asleep the feeling of the guy almost biting me came back which made me shiver in fear.
I don't wanna be bitten. My right side of my neck doesn't need to match the other side of my neck. I don't need two bite marks.
Especially since the second bite mark would be on my neck also which would make me have two bite marks on my neck but from two different things.
And no, I don't believe in mythology.
I believed in mythology when I was younger but that changed when I realized how dumb it was to think such stupid nonsense. I was just trying to find a logical answer as to why my brother and I were attacked.
I guess I was wasting my time researching this because now I know mythology is fake.
Which means vampires and werewolves aren't real. None of it is.
- Writer
