Pierce's POV
I'm still beating myself up over this… what the fuck was I thinking?
She's probably dead now.
Or in the ER for weeks.
Either way, I'm so fucking guilty.
But I hate her!
She's goddamn annoying.
I don't feel guilt, I feel pride.
Pride.
Just pride.
I'm proud of leaving her in the grass.
No, I'm not. What the fuck brain?
I walked back to the place I left her.
There was a puddle of some shit ass blood with a couple red pawprints around that shit. Then there was a long ass trail of blood. And the trail was fucking thick.
I followed it.
The trail stopped at a dirt circle with matted down grass.
Fucking grass.
Then the trail, a lot thinner, led to a little house next to a pond.
A really fucking tiny house.
The blood trailed into the door.
I just figured out where Arizona lives.
Oh my fucking Arceus.
Lara's POV
Pierce followed a path of blood, and ended up at some house.
Hopefully just his uncle or some shit?
But if it's some girl's house I will kill her…
And I watched as Pierce knocked on the door and an Espeon with bandages around her head opened it.
Fucking A.
Arizona's POV
I was so shocked when Pierce knocked on the door. His paws were stained with blood and the path of blood that I guess I made had some paw prints sticking through it.
I guess Pierce followed my trail.
But why?
"Why are you here?" I asked him. "I..." he paused, like he did when I asked his name this morning. "I want to see you suffer..." he dipped his head down and cleared his throat. "Well sorry bud, but I'm not suffering," I joked. His head bolted up and he smiled for half a second.
Before he frowned again. Then I realized he wanted to see me suffer. I got unnormally upset.
He actually wants me to suffer. I'm suffering from his words.
"Wait… do you actually want to see me suffer? Is that really why you're here?" I asked quietly. "Yes, why the fuck are you asking me? Bitch..." He snapped. I was shot down so quickly that I shut the door on his paw to avoid crying in front of this bully.
I didn't even run away from the door. I was too tired to run. I stood there, facing the door, crying. I kept replaying his words in my head and began bawling. My parents both ran in. Mom asked what was wrong. "Is it your head? Are you okay, hon?" She asked me.
I shook my head.
"What is it? What happened?" Dad asked. I couldn't lie right now, not when I can't forget Pierce's words.
"Umbreon- h-he… left- suffer-" I kept hiccuping and breathing loudly, and quickly realized I couldn't possibly get through the entire story, so I just gave them the keywords.
That's what happens when your mind can't seem to think.
"Pierce-" Hiccup. "Umbre- Umbreon… hurt- m-m-me-" Hiccup. "Leave- m-me… want-" Hiccup. "Me s-s-suffer!" I finished my sentence and cried louder.
Pierce's POV
I have no fucking idea why I stayed in front of the door.
I listened to her cry when, surprise surprise, her goddamn parents ran over to her.
She told them all about what happened.
Except she didn't have the balls to say an entire fucking sentence, so she just said words that related to what happened. Pussy.
She told them everything about me. My name. The fact that I'm an Umbreon. What I did to her.
I'll kill her.
I despise that bitch. That asshole. That dick. That… that… jerk. That goddamn fucking cute bitch.
Wait, what the fuck? I called that ho cute.
No.
She's ugly as fuck.
I hate her so gdodamn much.
No one likes her.
She has no friends.
A goodie goodie is too sweet she gives all the guys cavities.
Goodie goodie guys stay away from her.
But I'm the opposite of a goodie goodie, I get close to the bad shit.
I get close to the bad shit of Arizona.