(Humphrey's Pov)
I quietly stepped out of Kate's house, making sure to lock it before closing it with a soft click. I guess it was a good thing that they hadn't set the alarm for the front door. After making sure the door was secure, I turned and began the long walk back to my house.
I didn't know how to feel about the situation I currently found myself in. What was I supposed to do now? The year just started and I've already been ostracized, bullied, abused, stabbed and now I don't even know if I have a home anymore. My mind raced from one thought to another, trying to Analize the problem and find a solution. I was soon brought back to reality as a car flew past me making me jump. I let out a small whimper as the jump made me put pressure on my wound.
After a few moments and some deep breaths, the pain slowly started to fade. Once I felt like it was mostly gone, I decided to continue my journey. After about ten minutes of walking, I turned on to the street that led to my neighborhood. I could feel myself starting to grow uneasy as the situation fully set in. "Maybe going back to the house alone isn't a great idea" I thought to myself as I slowly made my way to my home street. As I turned the corner and the house feel into my sight, I got chill from my neck to my tail. I stopped for a minute trying to prepare myself for what I was walking into. With a slow stride I made my way down the sidewalk, until I was directly Infront of the drive way.
I looked at the drive way where my Camaro used to sit, causing a few tears to build in my eyes as the memory of what transpired not long ago came rushing back. I walked up to the front door while reaching into my pocket to grab the keys, but as I pulled them out, I noticed my hand shaking uncontrollably. Placing my left hand onto my right to steady it, I brought the key up and inserted it into the lock, twisting it with a hollow click. My heart was beginning to race as I reached for the door knob and turned it, causing the door to slowly creep open.
I watched as the door slowly opened itself to reveal a pitch-black environment. It was rare to see the house this dark, usually due to James or Stormy watching tv or eating. I stepped into the door frame and closed the door behind me, since it was rude to just leave a door wide open, no matter the reason. As soon as the door clicked shut, I reached up and ran my hand along the wall in search of the light switch. Soon enough my fingers brushed up against what could only have been said switch, and I gave it a flick. The blinding bright white lights of the dining room flashed on causing me to wince and close my eyes, not being prepared for that much light.
Soon enough my eyes began to adjust and I slowly opened them, instantly regretting in doing so as my stomach twisted into knots. I looked around wide eyed and stunned at the gruesome scene of blood and damage before me. I mean I knew it would be a mess but this was something else entirely. The was pieces of broken wood from one of the chairs from the dining table scattered around the floor, some of which were stained red by the puddle of blood that was pooled in the center of the floor. There where shoe prints that were also scattered in no particular pattern, making me assume it was paramedics walking around me.
I noticed a set of prints that where slightly different from the rest and actually went off in a direction away from me towards the living room. I slowly followed the prints around the corner into the living room, past the stairs into the hallway that lead to the back door. I poked my head around the corner a saw that the prints lead straight for the back door which was sitting wide open. It didn't take a detective to know who's prints these were. It was obviously James running after the incident. I paused for a second as I got chills again of the thought that James was presumably still out there, and even worse, still after me. That last thought made me sick, as I felt like I was about to hurl. I quickly made my way to the down stair's bathroom, leaning over the toilet just intime to empty the remnants of my stomach. Not much came up since I haven't eaten in God knows how long. I leaned back on the wall trying to catch my breath for a second, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I cringed at the god-awful sight Infront of me.
I had black bags resting under bloodshot eyes that showed lack of any proper rest. My face showing signs of purple bruising, although it didn't seem as bad as the other day at school. My once aqua blue eyes where now a dull fade version of their past vibrance. My fur was slightly matted with blood where the doctors had tried to clean me up but failed too fully clean. It was understandable since a shower would be the only reasonable way to get all the fur clean. After a few more seconds of looking at myself I finally turned away not wanting to look at the disgrace of a wolf I had become. I flushed the toilet and closed the lid making my way back out into the Livingroom.
Something reflective caught the corner of my eye, as I turned and made my way over to it. I bent down and picked it up revealing it to be my phone, or better said, what was left of it. The glass was shattered and the back had a sizable dent in it, presumably from where James had kicked it. "God Dammit" I yelled, my anger getting the best of me. I ripped the back of the phone off so I could remove my Sd card. Hopefully it was undamaged and all my personal data was safe. Once I had the card out, I placed the phone down on the kitchen table sitting down in one of the available chairs.
As I sat down, I felt something in my hoodie push against me. I reached down a pulled out my blood-stained shirt that I took from the hospital. "I forgot I had this "I mumbled quietly. I set the shirt down on the table and let out a sigh.
"What a situation to have gotten yourself into Humphrey" I scoffed at myself looking around the house. Everything felt like it was falling apart. So much had gone wrong in just the span of a few days and now it can't be fixed. I put my head into my hands as I felt tears building up in my eyes. What was supposed to happen now? What would happen to me? What about Stormy?
My heart stopped at that thought." Oh my God what about Stormy? How was she handling this? How much is this going to affect her?" I thought to myself as I fully began to tear up. I hadn't even thought of what this was doing to Stormy. I was just worrying about myself and complaining about what's happened to me. But she liked James, they even got along with each other. She had already lost our parents and now she lost her foster father, and all because of me. Because I couldn't do as I was told and just be quiet, and now its cost her everything.
By this point I had broken down and fully started crying. The pressure on my stomach hurt but I didn't care anymore. I deserved this. I put myself here and this was the consequence. The thought that I would be the cause of insurmountable pain in Stormy's life was crushing to say the least.
After a few minutes of collecting myself, I wiped my eyes and looked at the room again. I needed something to distract me for a bit so I can process everything. I looked at the pool of blood on the floor that was a fade color around the edges, showing signs that it was beginning to dry. After a few moments of thought I cleared my throat and stood up. I raised the sleaves on my hoodie and walked into the kitchen to grab some rags and cleaning supplies.
"I have nothing better to do, so I might as well clean the mess I made". I mumbled under my breath. And with that I began the long and tedious process of cleaning the room I had tainted.