#8
“One week…..Last chance….”, I muttered as I walked along the side of the road.
Steve walked along side me, looking just as worried as I sounded. I didn’t realize it was possible for a dog to show that much emotion, but when he looked up at me with his glassy brown orbs, I couldn’t help but feel like he was sympathizing with me.
I knelt down to the ground and patted his head.
“It’s gonna be alright Steve. I’m sure I…no, we, can come up with something. This isn’t the first time I’ve cut it close with the rent.”
Just as I ended, I felt a foot in my rib cage, and I was tackled to the cement.
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Last Chance Chump
“YOU IDIOT!”
I thought it was a boy who screamed at me, but as I rolled around, I realized it was a grown man rolling in agony on the sidewalk as he coddled his ankle.
I sighed and Steve quickly came to make sure I was alight. Grabbing his neck to balance myself as I got up, then I walked to the man-child crying on the ground.
Holding out my hand, I asked, “Need some help?”
He sneered at me and batted away my hand.
“DON’T YOU SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE! YOU’VE BROKEN MY LEG!” He screamed.
“I highly doubt tripping on my ribs would brake your entire leg.”
He crawled over to a fence and struggled to his feet.
“You’re coming with me!” He demanded as he hobbled to my side and grabbed my shoulders. “We’re going to speak to the higher authorities about this!.”
“So, to the police station?” I summarized.
“No, were going to 3852 Wesbil Drive!” He scolded.
I rolled my eyes and started walking. Now, usually I wouldn’t give into the demands of a whining man such as this one, but his grip was incredible and his nails were starting to dig into my shoulder. So I figured, why not save money on bandages and just go with this crazy person.
As we walked along, Steve kept a cautious eye on the man, and I asked, “So, what’s at Wesbil Drive?”
“It’s my father’s business. He’s the one who will deal with your idiocy,” he answered proudly.
I think I’d rather go to the police station with a stolen dog than meet this cry baby’s dad. But, I kept walking.
The Last Chance In A Red Dress
Soon enough we made it to the grandiose skyscraper and flew up the elevator to the top floor. My captor hobbled into the hotel like room and flopped himself over the crushed velvet sofa, moaning in pain.
“Get my dad in here. Now!” He ordered to the unprepared butler standing by a well stocked bar.
The man hurried out of the room, but as he left, a woman entered. Her long blonde hair dangled over her red dress as she glided to a bar stool, and rested her eyes on me.
“Who are you?” She asked coolly.
“I’m Steve…. um, no, I mean-I’m Comet,” I leaned back and pointed, “That’s Steve.”
As she walked over, she continued, “Interesting. And do you usually give your pets human names?”
Steve began growling at her, so I knelt down and patted his head.
“Well he’s, um, not really my pet,” I explained. “More like my roommate.”
As the words came out of my mouth I wanted to smack myself.
“You ask the stranger for his life story yet you don’t show an ounce of concern for me,” the man I came with complained.
She rolled her eyes and asked, “Has my brother been giving you trouble?”
“Me!? Giving him trouble!? He broke my leg!”
“Honestly, the worst case scenario is a stubbed toe,” I argued.
“That’s Marion for you,” she sighed as she turned back. “I suppose he brought you here so our father could wreak havoc on you? Well, you can rest easy, he’s not in today.”
Her brother jumped from the couch and explained, “WHAT!? BUT I NEED HIM HERE TO DEAL WITH THIS MORON! WE COULD SUE!”
I squinted at him and replied, “So, I see your leg is feeling better.”
He gasped and looked at his feet.
“Well, I, um…..I suppose so,” he stuttered as he sat back down.
His sister laughed then suggested, “Why don’t I show you out? There’s no further need for you to be here.”
I thanked her, and she led me into the elevator.
The Last Chance In Metal Box
“That was impressive,” she commented as we were lowered to the ground floor.
“What?” I asked.
“How you held yourself in there. You didn’t seem bothered or threatened at all. You even held your ground quite easily.”
“Um…. Thanks?”
I mean seriously, where was she going with this?
She continued, “Our business, is in need of someone like you. Most of the people here are just a bunch of followers. We could use a leader in our ranks.”
“Oh well, I’m not….” I paused and thought for a minute. “What’s the starting pay?”
“Well, with my recommendation, you’ll probably start out around $24 an hour.”
My heart skipped. I couldn’t believe it. This was what I was looking for!
Then Steve backed into the corner and started growling once more. The woman turned to face him, and as the elevator door opened, he took a flying leap at her.
“STEVE!” I cried, grabbing his neck and pulling him off her.
“What’s going on!?” A man demanded from the reception desk.
“Dad!? I thought you weren’t coming in today?”
My heart sank. This was her dad, and he just witnessed my dog attacking his daughter.
“Get that mutt out of here!” He ordered.
I pulled Steve back and tried to apologize, but before the words came out, security guards came flooding into the room.
I panicked, and ran out of the building, with Steve following close behind.
The Detrimental Argument
Once we made it a good distance from the building, I stopped for a breath, and glared at Steve.
“WHAT WAS THAT!?” I cried. “I had a job, I could save the apartment, and you’ve ruined the whole thing! Now what am I going to do!? That was my last chance!”
Steve whimpered and stared up at me.
“No. Don’t give me that. I’ll be out on the street, with no food, and no money all thanks to you. You know, I’ve seen nothing but trouble since I saved you. I nearly got hit by a bus, I almost died in a fumigated building, and I was nearly killed on a boat twice!” I took a deep breath, and put my face in my hands. “I’m done Steve. Done. I’m going to go apologize to that family tomorrow, and maybe I can save that job, and you….well you can do whatever. But don’t count on me for anything. Not anymore.”
I said my peace, and walked back to my apartment.
Head throbbing and stomach growling, I threw myself on my bed, and hoped tomorrow would be a better day.
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