Clyde p.o.v (good point of view really)
It was happening again, the fourth time this week they were arguing, and it was only Wednesday. Apparently Mr Owner had gone somewhere for a long period of time leaving miss owner to worry about him. I don't understand why humans fight so much, they should just relax and eat lettuce like I do, but they insist on leaving the house and when they come back, they fight. I don't like it that much, but at least Mr Owner talks to me afterwards to go through things about miss owner which leads to me knowing about what had happened.
They fought in front of me this time, so I didn't need Mr Owner to tell me what had happened, here's how it went.
"Sherlock, you can't just do things like this!" she was angry.
"Well, nobody got hurt so-"
"So we are extremely lucky that's true, you could have gotten hurt or worse, KILLED"
"Well glad to know things would be worse with my demise, now is there a proper reason you're yelling at me?"
"Yes Sherlock, we are partners and that means you can't just disappear for, what, 7 BLODDY HOURS and not tell me, I thought we had an understanding about these things"
"WE DO!" he is now standing within an arm's reach of her.
"Really, because I have no idea what's going on with you" but hey, neither do I.
"NOTHING IS GOING ON WITH ME!"
"Really, because last week we would agree over everything and now we are always fighting"
"What are you saying exactly, Watson"
"I am saying..." I think you call this pausing for dramatic effect "I don't know who you are anymore"
Well, Mr Owner blew it, if that's what people say. He started yelling even more and more, louder and louder not letting miss owner yell back. Until miss owner said something she would regret.
"WOULD YOU JUST ACT LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN FOR ONCE!" he said something under his breath about being a real human, then he did something very UN-expected.
Mr Owner had hit miss owner, right on the nose. She was bent over and I could see blood and tears, and I heard a fait sobbing. I wanted to help but I'm just a tortoise, NOT TURTLE, tortoise.
She ran from him, he turned and saw some of the blood on the floor, then ran after her but it was too late. She was gone. He sat next to my little house and I back away from him, scared.
Well, now things are a bit different. Miss owner had gone, and not come back for a while, and when she did come back she had been putting stuff in boxes, but Mr Owner wasn't home so I got confused. She left a little note on the table next to a shiny metal thing. she came over to me and gave me some lettuce, saying sorry for some had a white thing on her nose to hold it in place, I think it was broken, but she also had tears on her wiped them away and left with the last box of stuff. It was the last time I saw miss owner and I don't think I shall see her ever again.
Mr Owner had come home later that day; he came in and read the note then collapsed on to the floor. That was the first time I've seen Mr Owner cry. He was so upset about what had happened, I know he tried calling miss owner many times leaving little messages like Joan, please I'm sorry, can we just talk about this and I love you, please come home, I'm sorry I never told you but I didn't know how, please Joan, please.
One day came in and gave me quite a lot of lettuce, It was normal unless he was going for a while. He looked down at me and said sorry. Then he left the room and went downstairs, I heard a few things being moved about then, and I heard a muffled bang.
That was the last time I saw Mr Owner.