Here's Chapter Twelve. Please leave me feedback and let me know what you'd like to see in the upcoming chapters. I know this is extremely short but I hope you all still like it.
Chapter Twelve
Jason carefully pushed open the bedroom door, taking a deep breath. To his surprise, the room was quiet. No sign of Joey anywhere. That's when Jason noticed a light on underneath a door that he figured led to the bathroom. He walked up and turned the doorknob.
"Momma. Please wake up. Don't leave me here without you. I just came home, aren't we supposed to be having a girls night out next weekend?" Sam said, trying everything to wake her mother up, "Tell me you love me Momma. Please, just wake up."
Sam lied her head down on Evelyn's stomach like she used to when she was little and they were sitting on the couch watching some Disney movie, Sam wanted to watch. She began to sob softly as she thought about her mother never waking up and Joey possibly dead. Two of the most important things in her life, gone.
"Sam?" she heard her name being called, almost in a whisper. Sam looked up quickly and into the dark eyes of her mother. "Momma?" Sam said, her heart pounding in her chest, as she hugged Evelyn. She immediately pulled away when she heard Evelyn groan, "I'm so sorry Momma. I didn't mean to hurt you. I…I was just so…well happy to see you awake."
Evelyn smiled a weak smile and whispered, "I know Sweetheart…hey Sammie?"
"What Momma?" Sam asked, smiling softly.
"I love you."
"Oh my god," Jason whispered to himself as he saw the one thing he hoped to God he wouldn't see, Joey's body floating lifelessly in the bathtub which was filled to the rim with water. Jason quickly ran to the tub, slipping all over the linoleum floor. He reached for the small, lifeless body of the dog.
Jason rushed out of the bathroom and into Sam's room. He set Joey on the bed and tried to figure out what to do. He didn't know how to give an animal CPR. But figured he might as well try something, anything. He gathered Joey into his arms and sat down on the bed. He positioned her like he was getting ready to give a baby CPR. Jason began to pound on Joey's back with the heel of his hand, begging and pleading God to not take the Shih Tzu. When he got no response, Jason did the only thing he could do, he rolled Joey on to her back and blew into her nose. He kept blowing into her nose and rolling her over and pounding on her back for many minutes.
Finally, giving up, Jason's eyes began to fill with tears. He looked around the room, trying to blink away the tears, when his eyes fell on two pictures on Sam's nightstand. One was the same exact picture of him and her that he had from Sam's going away party. The other was of Sam and a Shih Tzu whom was obviously Joey. Sam looked so happy, smiling, as Joey licked her face. "How am I going to tell her?" Jason thought aloud, looking at the picture of her and Joey.
When he was about to get up and find a towel to wrap the dog's body in, he heard a slight whimper. He looked down at Joey and noticed her body begin to rise and fall with her breathing, "Joey?"