Nothing belongs to me.
"Dwight…Where…Why are we going this way?" He heard Angela ask from the back seat. She was currently snuggled up in the pile of blankets and pillows that Dwight forced the hospital staff to give him.
"You need clothes Angela." He said, his voice firm. "Those hospital jammies just won't cut it at work." He gave her a wink in the rearview mirror, trying to hide is chronic concern for her.
"I can't go in there Dwight."
"I know. That's why you'll stay locked in the vehicle while I collect your belongings." He pulled into the driveway of her small yellow house. "Stay down okay? Here's some pepper spray, and there's a dagger under the seat if the situation calls for it." He set the can of pepper spray securely in her hand before climbing out of the car and locking it.
Her flowers are dieing. He noted as he walked past the garden she had loved so much. He would sit on her porch swing for hours and talk to her as she tended to her tulips and carnations. She'd never let him help though. She wanted him to admire them and not labor over them. He understood. It was for that same reason that when he'd toil in the beet fields, he'd set her up under an umbrella with her bible so they could chat while he sowed. When he walked in her front door though, the garden was the least of his concern.
Her couch and coffee table were turned over, her television was shattered, and her bookshelf was emptied onto the floor. He bit back a curse when he saw her precious Bible torn to pieces. As if he couldn't get any lower, he tore up the word of her God.
Trying not to look at anything else, Dwight walked towards the back of the hallway. Her bedroom's condition was no better he discovered. Her mattress had fallen off the box spring, and her blanket and sheets were strewn about. He cringed when he saw blood on one of the pillowcases. As he began to rummage around her drawers and closet he felt something brush his calve.
IIIIIII
While he was inside, Angela laid on her back trying her hardest to remember what had taken her from her bed to Dunder Mifflin.
She remembered having a tense dinner with Andy; she politely declined his offer to go back to his place for a movie. After she got settled back home, she had been comfortably sitting in her reading chair when a red-faced Andrew Bernard slammed through her front door. He had begun shouting at her, telling her to lie down and take off her shirt.
Still shocked, Angela began to fight back. But he hit her and kicked her and pulled a knife on her. He forced himself on her. She tried to call for help, but when she accidentally shouted for Dwight she fuelled Andy's rage.
She shuttered at the memory of the angry Ivy League Alum threatening to kill her D.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the car unlocking and a moment later Dwight opened the driver's side door. She didn't look over at him; she was too embarrassed to make eye contact. But when she felt something jump on her stomach she couldn't help but let out a startled gasp.
"No Ash!" Dwight growled picking the cat up and dropping it in the passenger seat. "Did you have four or five cats?" He asked placing Lily and Button in next to Ash. Angela counted to herself for a moment.
"Five." She murmured. "I found a white cat outside of the supermarket last weekend, and then there's the tabby that Andy…" She stopped and bit her lip, trying to fight back her constant fear of the man she let woo her with his god-awful Abba impersonation.
"I saw the white one inside, I didn't see the tabby though." After locking the doors again, he rushed back inside. In the foyer he shouldered her last two backs and scooped up the white cat that rushed up to him as soon as he re-entered. Giving the creature a slight scowl, he began to search through the rooms for movement.
"Here kitty kitty kitty." He tried to make his voice high-pitched and endearing, but he just felt ridiculous. He kicked his way through her trashed dining room and wandered into the kitchen to see a trail of blood on the floor. Not feeling that he could stomach seeing much more, he went to head back outside and just tell her that the cat escaped out the back door, but something caught his eye. He saw a bushy tail sticking out from behind the counter.
"Cat…Stay…Cat…" He said cautiously. Crouching down, he slowly edged forward and peeked around the counter. He stopped in his advances though when he saw blood around the creature midsection. Realizing the cat was dead; he made a hasty exit from the kitchen with the living cat and hurried outside.
More to come soon.