Little Things

Chapter 86

My head pounds as the voices continue to shriek inside the walls of my skull, and I just want to scream at them to stop, but I can't.

"I'll call the police," Jordan says softly, as he stands up and walks away. 

I can hear the muffled sounds of the phone call, behind the yelling in my head, and the cries that fall from my lips.

Eventually my wailing stops, and the shrieks inside my head become soft shouts. I lift my head up and just remain kneeling on the sidewalk, staring blankly at my apartment that doesn't look anything like its self anymore. 

The sounds of the sirens blare as the police cars and fire trucks near the house, but I don't make any shift to move. 

Jordan and an inaudible Morgan inform the officers of what they know.

"Are you okay, miss?" a husky voice asks me, and for the first time in a while I crane my neck to see the speaker.

"Yes," I squeak out, as my head shakes its self no. 

A small smile plays on the firefighters lips, as he kneels down next to me.

"We're going to do the best we can to figure out who did this," he tells me, as we both look at the scene.

I don't respond, so he continues talking.

"We're just going to check out the area around your home before you go inside, just to make sure there isn't anything dangerous meant to hurt you," 

My heart drops even further, and a few more tears slip out of my eyes, and the firefighter hands me a blanket that I wrap myself in immediately.

"Do you want some alone time or do you want me to stay?" he asks, and I look up at him even though we are both kneeling; he still has a good few inches on me. 

"I'll take that as a yes," he smiles.

"My name's Chris," he introduces himself.

"Allyson," I say shyly.

"Pretty name," he compliments me, and I manage to half smile.

A few news channel trucks pull up and start rolling live broadcasting. Reporters try to talk to me, but the police officers force them to stay clear off Chris and I, and even Morgan and Jordan.

We watch the other officers investigate the property, and a couple of bomb detecting dogs are brought out. I smile at the German Shepards, one of my favorite dog breeds next to golden retrievers and cockapoos.

"You're a dog lover?" Chris asks me, and I nod my head.

"Oh then you're gonna love Champ," he announces before leaving me alone.

A few moments later he walks over, a tiny German Shepard in his hands.

My eyes widen, and my smile beams at the puppy who wags his tail and runs over and on top of my when let loose.

"Well hello Champ," I pet the dog as he tries to give me kisses by licking my cheeks.

"Geez Champ, take her out to dinner first," Chris cracks a joke that I laugh at.

"He's so adorable!" I exclaim, as Champ wags his little tale that is actually, very very short.

"I saved him from an abuser last month, who used to burn him and cut his tail like that," Chris scratches his head out of discomfort and I can see the hurt in his eyes.

My heart pains for the happy little doggy and all he has been through.

"So now he's in training to be with the big dogs and help people like I helped him,"