Epov
Fishing always calmed my nerves on a particularly rough day. This was definitely a day for the record books but my current activity wasn't soothing to my mood at all. I wasn't catching a damn thing!
Usually after sitting for a little while, I at least would catch a few small brim but I was having no luck. And usually Cotton was here with me.
Currently though, she was stuck up that girls' ass. Loyal dog, indeed..
As I sat at the shore and thought about things, I felt a few nips at my line but nothing would catch so I reel it in. I really missed that damn dog at the moment. I could always run my mouth to her as she listened intently and I would try not to focus on the fact that I could catch nothing.
Sighing to myself and making up my mind to give up on the fish, I stood up on the sloped ground and got my tackle box packed up, readying myself to go.
Before I could make it to the wood line that covered my home from prying eyes, I heard a yelling in the distance. It wasn't a distinct voice but I could tell by the tone that it was frantic and angry. Getting a nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach, I quickly made my way back home hoping against all hope that the owner of the voice wouldn't find my sanctuary.
I walked into the house expecting to see some sign of life inside or at least hear Cottons' wagging tail hitting the floor in anticipation of my arrival. But nothing could be heard throughout the whole house. Not a damn thing.
Shrugging my shoulders and pulling off my winter coat, I spied a recently used bowl in the sink and smiled. At least she ate something.. And by the looks of it, Cotton had some also judging by the leftover brown spots that littered her bowl.
I decided to check on the girls real quick before I took my shower to rid the smell of sweat off. Peering in, I saw Cotton sprawled across Bellas' legs as they both snored lightly. Judging by the wetness on her face, I could tell that she had been crying. Hopefully she'd cheer up soon and make her way back to wherever she came from.
But going by the condition of her bruises and healed wounds, I'd say that she probably wasn't too keen on that idea which brought me even bigger problems.
Could that voice I heard in the distance earlier be someone that was looking for her? And if they came, would we both be prepared for the consequences?
