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"I just can't understand how he managed to make it so repulsive!" she said as she brushed her teeth for the second time after being stuck here, inside the bathroom, for the whole last hour.

"You should have listened to me" I said, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned against the door frame.

"Say something like that one more time and we'll see if you get any fun at home, if you know what you mean" she said. I narrowed my eyes.

"That's not fair" I complained.

"Fair or not, you'll suffer it, darling"

I stuck my tongue out and so did she.

When she was finished, she took my hand and I caressed her belly with my free hand as we walked slowly together towards our bedroom.

"How's your stomach?" I asked her.

"Oh, you're sweet now?" she said, raicing an eyebrow, faking anger.

"I can go on teasing you if you want" I smiled.

"It's alright, thanks... Something just didn't quite feel good, you know?" she said.

"I know... You just don't know what it is but that pizza's damn horrible"

"I know!"

We smiled at each other.

"Lady's first" I said as I opened the door to our room.

Stephanie and I froze.

"Oh, shit" I mumbled.

How do I describe this? It was like a hurricane had gone through the whole room, destroying everything in its way. The sheets of the bed and the pillow where on the cloor, ripped into pieces, like a couple of Stephanie's shirts and two of my boxers, one of my jeans and my favorite sweater. My suitcase with my clothes was laying broken in the middle of the room and I felt sick: oh, my freaking God, the freaking ring! I tried not to panic; if the dog ate the ring, it has to come out some day, if you know what I mean. It he didn't, then it's just there or somewhere in the room. The important thing was that Stephanie didn't have to see it.

"My books" she whispered in horror. There were sheets of paper and feathers -from the pillow, of course- everywhere. I could almost imagine the little dog dragging the books from here to there, tearing pages out of the books "M-my books."

Stephanie took a step forwards, her hands shacking. I watched her, worried; she looked sick. Well, I could buy my clothes again, that wasn't a problem for me, but she kind of really needed those books, I know how much it means to her. She picked up a sheet of paper that was all chewed and full of dog's saliva. She stared at it for a moment then balanced to the side. I caughted her quickly in my arms.

"Stephanie!" I said alarmed and laid her down on the bed "Babe, are you alright?"

I grabbed her face on my hands and stared into her eyes, she seemed lost for a moment.

"I feel sick again" she mumbled.

"Babe, they are just books, we'll buy them again. I'll get them tomorrow morning!"

"You can't, they're only available in the University's library"

"Why? That's stupid"

"I don't know why, Dougie!" she was almost shouthing this.

"Well, you'll take the next exam"

"The next exam's in four months!" she said, now really freaking out.

"It's not such a big deal, love"

"Do you not know me at all? It is a huge deal to me!" she yelled and started breathing heavily.

"George!" Jazzie shouted fiercely from her room "You come here right now, kiddo!"

I turned my head aroud curiously, then back to Steph.

"Just wait here for a second, alright?" I started towards the door, but stopped and turned around again "Try not to vomit, babe"

As soon as I left the room, I was little George standing in front of a very angry-looking Jazz, his sister and cousin right beside him.

"Your freaking dog freaking eat my freaking Ipod! Jazzie said.

"Jazz, don't curse in front of them" I said, though I was just as mad as her.

"Oh, screw manners, Dougie!" she said and turned around to the kids again "What the hell happened!"

"We wanted to play with the puppy" George explained innocently "When we opened the door he ran away. We tried to catch him"

"He's fast" Leah said in her high soprano voice.

"Well, he ate Stephanie's books! And out clothes!" I said, trying not to yell like she was doing.

"Seriously?" Jazzie said, finally showing some kind of sympathy towards my girlfriend.

"Yeah" I said and sighed, turning to the kids once more "I forbid you to play with the dog as long as you're in our house"

"You can't do that" George complained.

"Oh, really? Watch me!"

"You're going to regret this!" George said furiously and the little devils turned away.

"Did he just threaten me!" I said even more angrily.

"That's kid's not going to turn out right when he grows up" Jazzie said, half-joking, then sighed and looked down at her broken Ipod. I put an arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

"I'll buy you one" I said as I smiled a litte bit "I've got to go shopping anyway, I need more boxers now"

"Reallt?" she said, looking up at me, smiling back "Thanks, Doug"

"No problem, sis" We stayed like that for a moment; even though she's evil, she's not always like this and I've got to admit I've missed my sister "Well, I guess I should go back to Steph, she was pretty upset"

"Alright" she said softly, her sweet side finally appearing, but that only happened with me.

As soon as I went back to my room, I sat down next to Stephanie and put my arms around her.

"I'm sorry about your books, love"

She just nodded and curled up in my arms, tears on her eyes. I leaned against the bed's headboard and caressed her hair until she fell asleep, my eyes closing too shorty after hers.

I was still angry, I hated to see her this miserable, and wanted to tell my uncle to discipline his children for once, but right now my girlfriend needed me and I would always be there for her.

Though I had to admit I was kind of worried about George's threat. Only God knows what that kid's capable of.