Prologue, trust.
Trust... What would you say trust is? If you asked the right person, they'd tell you that it was depending on others for your own needs. Another might tell you it was a sign of weakness. Then you ask a newborn baby what trust is. If they could talk, they'd probably tell you the trust is life.
For Saba, trust had always been something that she seemed to have naturally. Much too trusting of others could lead to problems, and breaking trust could cause even the most stable person to insane.
Her owner broke her trust the minute he turned into a creep. He had always been nice to Saba, ever since adopting her from that little box by the general store with the sign that only wished a nice home to the pups of Jenna and Balto. He had picked up Saba that day, and vowed to take care of her. Vowed to take a life, whether that meant she would die or live depended on him.
For the last year everything was great. Her owner would walk her every day, feed her, and gave her a large comfortable bed in the garage. But something seemed to change that day. It was simply 'that day' to Saba because she had no idea what had happened. Whenever she tried to recall the events of 'that day', something seemed to block it out, and fill her with rage, regret, and depression.
Saba may not have known what caused her owner to suddenly go crazy, but something did it. She didn't know if it was her fault, if she should have gone through with it just so that she could keep the love…
Saba, winter of 1929
She was running, not caring where she went, as long as it was far away from... Everything. To her, Sam was everything. He as her friend, caretaker, provider and protector. Most of all, he was the human she loved with all her heart, and Sam seemed to share the same feeling. But now all she wanted to do was be as far away from that damn place, that damned town, and all of those damned humans.
She lost her trust.
Trust broken is an understatement. How, that night seemed normal enough. He had called her into his room to sleep with him in bed. Something that Saba frequently enjoyed. They'd snuggle up on cold nights, and Saba would feel more at home resting her head on his chest, than she'd ever anywhere else in the world. She always had a smile, that same smile, one of pure happiness. But that changed in one foul motion.
He brought her into the garage, and she was surprised to see another dog there. A stud, a mindless nut who's only purpose was to mate, mate and mate. Saba quickly overheard Sam's words as he talked to the breeder.
"You could make a lot of money from getting some pure bred Husky puppies from her" The breeder explained.
"Yeah, and the best part about it, I got the bitch for free!" Sam said.
Not only was she simply not ready for anything of that matter, but this dog… This… Disgusting oaf, was one that she had heard stories of. Who's reputation was one that she had come to hate as much as the dog himself. The same dog that wanted nothing more than to mate with her own mother… And the same that nearly killed her father multiple times.
Steele.
"What's the matter girl? Your old parents' telling you lies about my past? Just give me a try, I'll go easy on you." Steele tried to manipulate her mind.
Saba had rejected his attempts to go further with her, and Sam became enraged.
Sam began beating her… From room to room as she ran for her life; kicking her specifically harder in her private area, then threw her outside in the cold unforgiving snow of winter. She was devastated to say the least. It wasn't even the physical injuries that caused her to cry. It was the trust, the bond that she shared with this human being broken, that tore her apart emotionally.
His statement would reply in her head every second of every day... Keeping her mind prisoner of the moment that her life changed forever.
"Damn mutt. Can't believe I wasted so much time with this bitch…"
That was all she was to him… A bitch for breeding puppies.
"That's all I ever was…" She thought.
She changed that day. Changed in ways she could not ever understand. Sure Balto, Jenna, or any of her caring siblings would be a good place to go. But right now all she wanted to do was run, and run she did… She did not stop until she was nearly one hundred and thirty miles outside of White Mountain. Home would never be a word familiar to her after this point, but it doesn't mean she won't ever have one.
Story requested by Soulfireflame. I'm an amateur writer to say the least, no idea why you asked me to do this, but I hope it lived up to your expectations, and if so, chapter two is coming right away as it's already been typed out.