without a doubt, but vague enough
that anyone else would think it’s a prank. He’d been watching when she opened
the note. Saw her face go white and then red. Saw the look of skepticism on
that punk Jeremy’s face. He’d deal with that little pain in the ass later.
After Melanie was finally and truly his, he’d get his revenge on Jeremy Stevens
for touching what belonged to him!
“Maybe I’ll break every one of his fingers
that has touched her. And both arms for holding her. Oh, and his jaw for
kissing her,” he growled under his breath.
Just then the front door of the house opened
and he gasped. Melanie walked out with Tara, whose car had been in the
driveway. She walked Tara to the car, they hugged and Tara got in and peeled
out of the driveway, leaving Melanie standing there alone.
It took all his strength to keep himself
planted in the car. His body surged to life and he got uncomfortably hard, but
he stayed where he was and just watched her. Now was not the time. Broad
daylight, in her own yard? No, not the right time. But soon. Real soon.
He watched as she scanned the street and he
ducked a little so she wouldn’t see him as her eyes glanced past the car. Then
she seemed to shiver as she turned and walked back inside.
“Soon,” he whispered. He started the car and
drove away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Mel, are you okay?” her mom asked when she
came back in from walking Tara to her car.
“Yeah, I just got a creepy feeling outside.
Like someone was watching me or something.”
“Well, no one can blame you for having a case
of nerves after everything you’ve been through.” Melanie shrugged. “Anyway,”
her mom continued, “do you want some bacon and eggs?”
Melanie shook off her unease and smiled.
“Sure, sounds good.”
After breakfast, Melanie laid on her bed for
over an hour, trying to concentrate on her homework, but it wasn’t working. She
was still feeling jumpy about the note and decided to go outside for some fresh
air.
She went out into the backyard and walked
along the edges, peering into the woods. She didn’t see anything and sighed.
“I don’t know why I keep looking for you,
dog,” she whispered.
Just then, she heard a twig snap somewhere to
her left and just about jumped out of her skin.
“Hello?” she called out. Silence.
“Is anyone there?”
Melanie was just about to move on, when she
heard another noise. It sounded like leaves crackling under a large foot. S he
started to panic.
Oh, God, what if it’s him? What if he’s
finally come for me like the note said?
“Hello? Who’s
there?” she yelled as she backed away slowly, back towards the house.
Just as she was about to turn and run in
terror, she heard a quick huff then a whine. She stopped her backpedaling and squinted
her eyes, trying to focus on the area she heard the noise coming from.
Suddenly, a dark form materialized from around a copse of trees and slowly
crept forward, head lowered, toward her and out of the woods.
“Dog!” she said excitedly and squatted down,
holding her hand out, palm down. He huffed again and walked slowly toward her
hand, sniffing, then licking it once he got close enough.
Melanie plopped down on her butt and patted
the grass next to her. “Come here, boy. Lay down.”
He complied, lying down right in front of her
and placing his head in her lap. Melanie laughed softly and scratched him
behind the ears.
“Good boy,” she said softly. “You’re a good
boy, dog. I’ve missed you.”
At that, he whimpered and licked his chops.
She laughed again. “You understood me, didn’t you? What a smart boy you are!”
They sat in silence for several minutes while
she pet him. “Well,” she said, “I can’t keep calling you ‘dog,’ can I? You need
a real name. How about...Fido?” The dog lifted his head and chirped out a short
bark.
Melanie laughed. “Okay, okay, no to Fido. What
about Midnight?” This time she heard a growl. “Okay, no to that
that anyone else would think it’s a prank. He’d been watching when she opened
the note. Saw her face go white and then red. Saw the look of skepticism on
that punk Jeremy’s face. He’d deal with that little pain in the ass later.
After Melanie was finally and truly his, he’d get his revenge on Jeremy Stevens
for touching what belonged to him!
“Maybe I’ll break every one of his fingers
that has touched her. And both arms for holding her. Oh, and his jaw for
kissing her,” he growled under his breath.
Just then the front door of the house opened
and he gasped. Melanie walked out with Tara, whose car had been in the
driveway. She walked Tara to the car, they hugged and Tara got in and peeled
out of the driveway, leaving Melanie standing there alone.
It took all his strength to keep himself
planted in the car. His body surged to life and he got uncomfortably hard, but
he stayed where he was and just watched her. Now was not the time. Broad
daylight, in her own yard? No, not the right time. But soon. Real soon.
He watched as she scanned the street and he
ducked a little so she wouldn’t see him as her eyes glanced past the car. Then
she seemed to shiver as she turned and walked back inside.
“Soon,” he whispered. He started the car and
drove away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Mel, are you okay?” her mom asked when she
came back in from walking Tara to her car.
“Yeah, I just got a creepy feeling outside.
Like someone was watching me or something.”
“Well, no one can blame you for having a case
of nerves after everything you’ve been through.” Melanie shrugged. “Anyway,”
her mom continued, “do you want some bacon and eggs?”
Melanie shook off her unease and smiled.
“Sure, sounds good.”
After breakfast, Melanie laid on her bed for
over an hour, trying to concentrate on her homework, but it wasn’t working. She
was still feeling jumpy about the note and decided to go outside for some fresh
air.
She went out into the backyard and walked
along the edges, peering into the woods. She didn’t see anything and sighed.
“I don’t know why I keep looking for you,
dog,” she whispered.
Just then, she heard a twig snap somewhere to
her left and just about jumped out of her skin.
“Hello?” she called out. Silence.
“Is anyone there?”
Melanie was just about to move on, when she
heard another noise. It sounded like leaves crackling under a large foot. S he
started to panic.
Oh, God, what if it’s him? What if he’s
finally come for me like the note said?
“Hello? Who’s
there?” she yelled as she backed away slowly, back towards the house.
Just as she was about to turn and run in
terror, she heard a quick huff then a whine. She stopped her backpedaling and squinted
her eyes, trying to focus on the area she heard the noise coming from.
Suddenly, a dark form materialized from around a copse of trees and slowly
crept forward, head lowered, toward her and out of the woods.
“Dog!” she said excitedly and squatted down,
holding her hand out, palm down. He huffed again and walked slowly toward her
hand, sniffing, then licking it once he got close enough.
Melanie plopped down on her butt and patted
the grass next to her. “Come here, boy. Lay down.”
He complied, lying down right in front of her
and placing his head in her lap. Melanie laughed softly and scratched him
behind the ears.
“Good boy,” she said softly. “You’re a good
boy, dog. I’ve missed you.”
At that, he whimpered and licked his chops.
She laughed again. “You understood me, didn’t you? What a smart boy you are!”
They sat in silence for several minutes while
she pet him. “Well,” she said, “I can’t keep calling you ‘dog,’ can I? You need
a real name. How about...Fido?” The dog lifted his head and chirped out a short
bark.
Melanie laughed. “Okay, okay, no to Fido. What
about Midnight?” This time she heard a growl. “Okay, no to that
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