Thread: The Cruel Pet Owner (LataPaine X TannerHyde)

Roger looked at Jane's picture again, finished his beer with a grimace and then a curse under his breath and shoved the picture back in the drawer. He never drank in the morning when he was with Jane, so he blamed the drinking on her too, the bitch. He looked at Rex, the dog Jane had loved so much. She loved you more than me didn't she! The big black dog gave a curious expression, slightly fearful. Roger laughed. Stupid dog. Now I'm stuck with you. Fucking gone, she is. He crushed the beer can in his fist as the clock ticked 8 on the early Friday morning and then he threw the crushed metal at the dog that whimpered and retreated, looking at him fearfully but still hovered hungrily over an empty food bowl. What, I'm just supposed to lie down and take it? That's your fucking job, stupid dog. Oh, and I'm supposed to feed you too? That was Jane's job, but she's gone isn't she? Fucking month and she's not back. Well I fed you enough. Do it your goddam self, bag's over there. He ignored the stupid confused whimper. The knock on the door didn't erase his temper. He brushed back his hair and checked himself in the mirror, hair still rich and dark even as he approached his mid thirties. He pulled the tshirt straight over his once fit body that was just starting to slow the slightest middle aged bulge in the middle, but still quite muscled in the chest. The dog barked and he yelled as he went to the door Shut the fuck up, dumb dog! It's probably those guys from the office again, don't believe I really quit. Like they really can't find anybody to do it? Well, maybe not but that's their problem. If Jane can quit on me, then I can quit too. Fuck her and fuck you too. He gave the dog a kick in the ribs as it walked to the door beside him, not actually growling at whoever it was this time though, which pissed him off too. Not even a good guard dog. He opened the door and stood silent for a moment, too surprised by the weird but oddly sexy girl he saw standing there and especially by how she greeted him. Not the Jehovah's, no charity. The fucking dog. She was finished and even handing him some pamphlet and he just had to laugh. A big laugh too, first he'd had in days and it hurt, what with the beer still bitter in his belly along with Jane in his heart. His laugh stopped suddenly and his eyes narrowed as he looked down on the girl from his rather greater height, still standing in the narrowly opened door blocking Rex from getting out between his thick legs. Hand Rex over to the likes of you? His face grew even more disapproving as he looked at her, thinking about giving up the one thing he had left from Jane, the one thing he thought still she might some day come back for. You've got to be out of your pretty little mind. He wadded up the little pamphlet in his fist like it was a beer can and was about to throw it at the girl and tell her to get the fuck off his property, but his eyes roamed a little more up and down her body, the way a man's eyes are meant to do, and he stopped himself. Shit, he thought to himself, kid's got a tight little body. Tell you what, cute little thing, I think you're full of shit and I won't mince words about it, but I... love -- he said the word dripping with false sincerity -- dear Rex here so much, why don't you come in and we'll... well, we'll talk about it. He let the door open fully and just walked back through the hallway knowing Rex would follow, must be starving so of course he would, and fully expecting the girl to follow to. Or get the fuck out, your choice, he tossed back over his shoulder as he hit the light switch in the dim kitchen he'd been standing in before, kicking the crushed beer can toward the trash can in the pantry and closing the door on it so he could at least pretend he kept the place clean. He leaned against the island he'd thought Jane would cook their meals on, right next to the huge fridge and the range he'd never used yet. The table by the backyard window had two more pictures of Jane on it and he quickly scooped those up and shoved them in the drawer of the telephone table as well, but didn't bother moving the dirty plate to the sink.