my miracle life

The dog

"Alright let me grab that bag for you and we can head out. Is there anything else you want to grab before we leave?" He asks.

"Not that I can think of. Though come to think of it. Where is Trishas dog? He should of met us at the door. Maybe we should go back over and see if the dog is there or if someone took him. His name is Brady."

"I think we can go over and check to see what has happened but I don't think you are going to like the outcome."

"What do you mean the outcome? Did you sense something was wrong when we were in the apartment?" I ask walking out of mine and back down the hallway to hers. I reopen the door and walk in and start calling his name. I start to search for him around the apartment. I am looking around when Mr. Rivers walks in and walks over to the closet by the door. "I don't think he would be in there its to small really for him."

"He is in there alright but you aren't going to like what you see. Brace yourself." He opens the door and a Brady falls out. He looks like he has been mauled to death. His body is in strips hanging off his head. I turn pale and turn away. I can't keep the bile down so I run for the bathroom. He comes in after me and pulls my hair out of the way and rubs my back trying to comfort me. "Its going to be alright. He died quickly so there is comfort in that." He says like seeing the dog like that was an every day thing.

"How can you just stand there and see that and not get sick. He looks like he was cut into straps starting from the neck down. He was a great dog. Why did they have to do that to him? They could of just left him alone."

"I think the dog was trying to protect Trisha because dogs can sense that we aren't human. They have a tendency to attack our kind without giving notice to their owner. From the looks of it the dog got a nice chunk of whoever was controlling Trisha. He had human skin in his mouth."

"Thanks I needed to hear that." I turn around and start puking what is left in my stomach from the first round.

"Sorry. I'm not use to being around people who have a squeamish stomach. Normally the people I hang out with have seen this a hundred times."

"Who do you hang with that sees mutilated bodies like that all the time? You might want to reconsider your friends."

"Why should I find new friends? They have had my back for most of my life. They have saved my back on multiple occasions.