I walk into my room, feeling relieved to be away from the boys. The tension was getting a little too much to handle. As I close the door behind me and turn around, I freeze as I realize how messed up I really am.
The first thing I see is Beelzebub, and I immediately feel guilty for forgetting to feed her yesterday evening. I was so damn preoccupied with crying over my father that I didn’t even think of her. She hisses at me as I approach her, her green eyes glaring in disapproval.
"I'm so sorry, Bubba," I say, feeling bad for neglecting her. "You know I’d never leave you hungry on purpose. It’s been … It’s been a really bad day," I try to explain myself, but she’s still not ready to forgive me. I can see it in her eyes.
I reach for her food bowl and fill it with fresh kibble, but she re
