I had to switch the point of view to Sam because Danny's conscious... We'll see how well this works. Oh, and thanks for the review on the profanity; yes, that many f-bombs was important; I'm using it as a literary device, as you'll see later :)
Chapter 2
Samantha Manson stared at herself in the mirror. Her long, curly, blonde hair fell to her waist, as she adjusted the butterfly hairpin her mother had given her for her tenth birthday. The pink wings matched Samantha's floral skirt and pink top.
"Oh, Saaaaammy-kins!" Samantha Manson heard through the door.
"What is it mom?" she asked, opening the door.
"Well, you know, I've been thinking about that discussion we had the other day…" the mother intoned excitedly, putting her arm around her daughter's shoulders as she lead her down the stairs.
"You have?" her face lighting up and feeling lighter than she had in years. Her mom lead her into the living room where a box was lying on the floor.
"Yes, I should have realized you'd be getting lonely, soooooo…." She exaggerated the last word as she bent down and reached into the box, her face practically glowing as she lifted something out. Pamela Manson squealed like a little girl as she lifted a tiny, black, ball of fluff out of the box and displayed the tiny puppy before her less than enthusiastic daughter.
Samantha's face fell as she beheld the chiwawa in her mother's hands. A puppy. She'd asked for freedom, and her mother had given her… a puppy.
"That's, uh… well…" Samantha stopped talking as she watched the grown woman's eyes fill with worry and overdramatic tears. "I mean… Wow, a puppy, that's… great? Thanks!" she forced a smile while trying to hold back tears.
"Oh, I just knew you'd like him! He's already potty trained and knows all the basic commands! George will walk him once a day, so there's no need to worry about that…" She continued to chatter on excitedly. Samantha knew this was the point at which she could scream bloody murder and her mother wouldn't notice, so she excused herself and turned to take the puppy upstairs to her room.
She'd told them. She'd told them that she wanted to go to school, but no. "Well last time you went to school they made fun of you and you begged me to take you home. I just want to protect you. I don't want you to go through that again." And, of course, she'd conceded, let her mom win, the way she always did. And here she was thinking that maybe, just maybe, she'd gotten through to them…
"Whatcha gonna name her? I was thinking Fluffy, or Bobby, or Ickle-kins, you used to love naming things!" Mrs. Manson clapped her hands together and held them under her cheek.
Samantha looked the little fuzz ball straight in the eye and glared.
"Maya!" she sneered as she jabbed the puppy with her nose. Maya reached right out and bit her, with sharp teeth and enough force to break the skin. Samantha was so startled she dropped the small dog, who landed safely on the on the higher stairs in front of her. Samantha watched as, her smile growing as the puppy growled at her, ran into her room, and proceeded to tear the silk pillows to shreds.
"Maya, how perfect!" Chimed Mrs. Manson, oblivious to the destruction unfolding above her.
"Actually, mom, I've changed my mind!" Samantha called down, a plan forming in her mind. "I think Kali suits her better"
"Callie? How sweet!" her mother called back, "well, I'll leave you two for some bonding time!" she giggled, so proud to have made all her problems disappear with a hundred dollars to the right breeder.
Samantha took her favorite pink dress down from the closet and tossed it on the floor. She did her best to laugh manically as the tiny goddess before her tore it pieces.
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Hours later, Mrs. Manson called her for dinner. Hearing no reply, she quietly opened the door, expecting to see her daughter asleep in bed. Instead, the door opened upon mountains of feathers and strips of fabric strewn across the floor; Samantha was nowhere in sight, but Kali was in the middle of the floor, her teeth attacking the dress now barely recognizable as the one Mrs. Manson had carefully picked for her daughter. She screamed and tried to kick the small dog, but only when Kali easily evaded the attack, did she notice the note tied around the puppy's neck. Her husband and butler rushed into the room as she snatched the note up, reading aloud the words
I've run away from home; don't hurt Kali; lock her up, if you must, but don't give her away. I'm running not because I hate you, but because you have to let me grow up. Yes, I'll make mistakes, I'll get hurt, but that's a part of life. I'm not willing to sacrifice that to be safe. I won't spend my whole life afraid of going outside. I love you, goodbye.
Samantha Manson
Mrs. Manson collapsed on what little remained of the bed. Kali began tugging at the hem of her dress, and she tugged it away, horrified.
Her husband tried to calm her as she screamed "I specifically went to a breeder that breeds dogs to be well behaved!"
To which the unperturbed butler replied under his breath, "I guess not everybody turns out just like their parents…"
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In case anyone is wondering, you can google Kali or Maya and illusion to find out my allusion... I'm really proud of that :) I thought about waiting to finish the next scene before ending this chapter, but I wanted to see what people thought about my other point of view... (Meaning if I don't get feedback, I'll probably just not upload it) And yes, that was blackmail... I'm not really sure if I'm in any kind of position to blackmail, but... :D