Dog Bite

Prolouge

"WILLOW!"

"Sup pops?" I ask.

"Go take CoCo out for a walk. She's peeing on the floor again." He replies secretively. He's hiding something. Before he can go back to god knows what he was doing I say something that I've haven't said in years.

"Daddy...what aren't you telling me?" My voice is so sweet that it puts a type two diabetic on permanent insulin shots. 

"Well since you put it like that...she's eating in your mother's make-up kit." He answers in an innocent voice like he didn't just almost withhold valuable information.

Mom is going to kill me! Dad might have to write my eulogy. This dog is going to be the death of me.

I rush upstairs and burst through my parent's bedroom door. I search all over the room but CoCo isn't anywhere to be found.

Where is she?!

Signing in frustration, I jog over to my little sister Jaylianna's room and knock. The only reason why I didn't barge in there like a mad woman was because last time I did that...it wasn't good. Just thinking about what happened sends chills down my spine.

"You may enter." A small voice calls through the door.

Rolling my eyes I walk in and I am not prepared for the sight that faced me on the other side.

"Jaylianna. Denial. Starch. What. Happened. To. Our. Room." I grit out through very clenched teeth. You see Jaylie and I have to share a room because we're living in a two story house with two bedrooms.

It's all my dad's fault because he thought that the house had three bedrooms all because the brochure said so. Everybody knows when you live in Small town, Oklahoma you don't buy houses from some small brochure. Sometimes I wonder if my dad is just plain stupid or needs medical help. My mother says that even doctors can't help him. I wholeheartedly agree.

"I wanted to make a few changes to the scenery. It was getting a bit dafty in here." She responds to me like there is nothing wrong with her remodeling our entire room.

The walls that we spent forty-eight hours painting blue is now pink. The carpet that was naturally white isn't even recognizable anymore. The furniture is blocking our bathroom door and closet. This is terrible!

"What if mom sees this?! What do you think she is going to do, Jaylie?!" I yell. Sometimes I feel like she doesn't even have a brain. She may have gotten it from my dad's side of the family. Who knows.

"Oh, mom is the one that helped me with this all. She said that if you start to freak out like what you're doing now then I'd just have to resort to plan B." She smirks.

"May I ask what is plan B?" I cross my arms over my chest and shoot a deadly glare at her. Well in all honesty, I try to shoot a deadly glare at her.

"Are you okay? Becuz you look constipated. Do you want any laxatives?" She changes the subject and teases me instead.

"First of all, you don't say because like that. It makes you sound stupid and ghetto. Second of all, no I do not need nor want laxative. Third of all, where is CoCo?" I strain my voice to try and keep my cool but it's slipping and I hope that she notices. For her own sake.

"To answer your question about CoCo...I don't know. She may be eating mom's make-up again. Which in your case I'd stop worrying about me and start Nancy Drewing your butt downstairs becuz I think I saw her run by the door."