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Scarlett prepared dinner for herself and Rocky. He was moving slower than he was when she first bought him home. Scarlett checked on the food in the oven and on the stove it was almost ready. She attended to Rocky who was in pain lying in the kitchen floor. She grabbed her bag and checked the schedule of the animal clinic; they were long closed by now. "Shit, what am I going to do." She said tossing the papers back in her bag. Rocky begin to wine and Scarlett to tear.
Scott. The thought popped in her head. He would know what to do. Scarlett turned off the food while she ran over to Scott's house. She hopped he would be home since she didn't see a car in the drive way. She frantically knocked on the door. "Please be home please, please, please." She said over and over. What teenager stayed home on a weekend? She thought after no answer.
Scarlett walked back to her house and checked on Rocky. He was lying in the place she had left him. She only feed him once today. She poured out the water in the bowl and filled it with fresh water and put it close to him. Rocky just looked at the bowl with no effort to drink it. Scarlett began to cry. I killed my mom now my dog. This is my all fault. She thought as she heard a car pull up and hoped it was Scott.
She run back outside and saw a baby blue deep. "Stiles." She said. Scott and Stiles climbed out of the deep as Scarlett run up to them. "My dog - he's - something is wrong -." She said out of breath. "Where is he?" Scott asked. "In the house, in the kitchen." She said. They all run into the house, Scott first then Scarlett followed by Stiles. Scott examined the young shepherd. "Did he eat?" Scott asked. "Yes I filled up his bowl when I came home." I said. Scott looked around the kitchen, and then he walked towards the stair case like he was following a scent. Scarlett looked at Stiles whipping her eyes. He looked back at her with the same confused look.
Scarlett and Stiles followed Scott up the stairs to her room. Scott was still sniffing the room looking for something. "Did you paint today?" Scott finally asked. "No I just put up some wallpaper." Scarlett answered him. "Did you use glue?" He asked. "Shit. I must have forgotten to close the tin." She said. Sitting in the corner of Scarlett's room was an open container of wallpaper glue. "It has dog hair all over it." Scott said. Scarlett sat on her bed and began to cry. "Could he – could he die from it. "Not at all, he didn't digest that much." They all left the room back down to the kitchen. "He probably lay there like this a couple more hours but he'll be fine." Scott said petting Rocky.
"I should have paid more attention to him." Scarlett said sitting in the stool next to Stiles. "Don't be too hard on yourself." Scott said with a smile. "So what's cooking." Stiles said changing the conversation. Scarlett got up from her seat. "Chicken pam, I almost forgot. Do you guys want to stay for dinner?" Scarlett asked looking for plates in the polished cabinets. "Sure." Scott and Stiles said at the same time.