Bitten By The Dog I Abandoned Chapter 1 소설 & 이야기

"He's a rescued dog. The last owner thought it would be funny to throw hot water on him. When he went into agony and began to cry to the point of drawing the attention of the neighborhood, he was abandoned in a wasteland. No one could find that man. If you notice it well, there is a part of his hair that no longer grows. It's the place of the burn.” Despite the fear of taking a bite, I stretched out my hand to the sleepy dog. However, the dog smelled the hand I offered and licked it, before allowing me to squeezing his rough hair. I could notice almost immediately the point at which he had suffered the severe burn. The hairs were shorter around, and really a big mark the size of a glass was

The bark was unlike any other dog, and from that scrawny body came a sound like a seventy-five year old man hiccoughing. "Poor thing," I say with a sigh of relief, and bend low to pat it but it jerks away backwards, "are you shy or lost? Or just...abandoned?" I sneer. "Shit happens bruv, you'll get used to it." It just stares at me strangely in response, its growl getting weaker. "You must've been so scared." I stick my hand into the plastic bag I held. It watched with earnestness while I rummaged through it.

“I was bitten by a dog when I was seven years old,” I said as I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was driving with one hand on the wheel. I hated how much I liked that. “Do not worry. Bam is not that kind of dog. But his owner might be.” So his name is Bam. Does he want to bite me too? I stayed pressed against the door. “Bam, go back to your place.” He ordered firmly. The dog barked once and went back. I sat straight again, my eyes never leaving the dog.

But when Trevor returned to his hometown with his father to spend Christmas with his grandparents, the job ended up falling on me. Evelyn looked delicate and sweet, so I thought her dog would be small and docile. But when I got to her house and turned the knob, the door burst open with a huge force, knocking me backward onto the floor. Before I could get up, a massive pit bull lunged at me, pinning me down as its teeth sank into my flesh. Pain surged through me as my flesh was torn away. I could only scream and fight to get free. Just then, a neighbor heard my screams. He rushed over with a knife and struck the dog across the head.

Aaron’s pulse skipped. “Dog?” he muttered, laughing weakly at himself. “You’re just a dog. Go away.” He shook his head, muttering, shoving the thought down, dismissing it. Then came the first strike. Something heavy lunged from the shadows, jaws clamping down on his calf. Pain erupted, hot and shocking, teeth sinking deep. He screamed, stumbling backward, hands clawing at the fur, the weight, the bite. The taste of blood hit him instantly, coppery and sharp.

The tiny, gray-furred puppy in her arms lifted its head, its tongue flicking out as it stared at me with its round, beady eyes. Disgust curled in my chest. The creature was weak, tiny, barely worth a second glance. A runt, abandoned to die. I wanted to tell her to throw it out. But then, I saw it—Ceres’s fingers gently stroking its fur, her expression soft, protective. Something in me twisted. I bit back my words. She’s drunk. I’ll make her get rid of it when she sobers up. The city lights blurred past as I drove. The roads stretched endlessly, yet an unsettling emptiness settled in my chest.

My hands were trembling like crazy but I have to do this. After several attempts I was able to open the mouth but for a minute nothing came out of it. Is it really what I think it to be? A haunted box or something. I moved towards it….slowly, one step at a time. I covered my eyes with my one hand, holding the stick on the other hand. I stretched my fingers which was covering my eyes to see through and see the thing inside it. It was… a white ball of fur. What? Ball of fur? I was confused as to what it was, until it moved which made me jolt back a bit. It had a pair of pure brown eyes which were directly looking at me. KAWAI…. It’s a puppy. I always wanted a puppy but the question arises her

Lured by the screaming of the children, Mommy ran out of the house and found another of these animals. She tried to slam the door quickly when the non-dog jumped at her, but by then he had already torn her to the ground and bit her shoulder. She screamed and screamed in panic. I could hear it all over the garden. Mommy was scared he hurt her!

He was a hound like the ones I saw when I had opened my eyes earlier. What the fuck I jerked backward in fright… this was definitely one of the dogs I saw surrounding me and now he bought me back to his house so that he devour me slowly at his own pace. Oh, spirits of the water please take me back home and I will never disobey my parents. I whimpered so loud, I forgot I had the powers to easily defeat this dog. "Get away from me." My voice stuttered faintly while my heart thumped wildly.

If it hadn’t been for Roger, the now deceased leader, she would have died. The dog who’d bitten her had taken off, leaving her hurt and bleeding. Roger and his wife, Zedi, had guided her through the transition until she was able to mingle with humans once again. Until she’d been bitten her life had been ordinary. She had never taken the time to relish her life or the simple pleasures she enjoyed. Roger and Zedi helped her to adapt. Dogs had even stopped barking at her, and she had no choice but to sell her beloved cat. Having her pet hiss at her all the time was unsettling.