Sandy sat in class, idly gnawing on the end of her pencil, the dull drone of her math teacher's voice becoming an annoying buzzing in the background. Doodles lined the margins of her notebook, doodles line her book bag, doodles covered her shoes, and occasionally doodles covered her skin. She tapped the toe of her shoe against the floor, and she stared at the clock on the wall. Just five more minutes before the bell rung and she could go home.
"Sandy, can you solve this equation?" Miss. Saunders' voice broke into her mind.
"Yes Ma'am," Sandy returned to earth and examined the problem quickly. "3x + 4y = z is the answer to the equation."
"Very good" Miss. Saunders returned to her instruction.
Moments later the bell clanged and the school day was over, Sandy shoved her books haphazardly into her bag and slung it over her shoulder, standing and bolting for the door. Stopping by the snack machines in the cafeteria Sandy grabbed a package of Kit-Kats and headed for the exit. Outside the school she began the walk home, about two miles if she cut across the park. She made a face and pulled a wedgie of panty hose and knit skirt out of her rear end.
"Nice ass Sandy!" Jeremy Felps screamed as he drove by.
"Why don't you kiss it Jeremy!" Sandy yelled back, flipping her middle finger at him as he passed.
Jeremy hooted and whistled, blowing his horn as he drove off. Sandy shook her head and hefted her book bag as she broke into her Kit-Kat and began to munch the chocolate candy as she started her walk. She was in high spirits, a spring in her step as she entered the park, beginning her normal route home cutting across the park through a hole in the ornamental fence to save time. She was humming softly as she walked and didn't notice the soft whining sound until she had nearly tripped over the heap in front of her.
"Oh my god." Sandy shrieked. Laying in front of her was the biggest dog she had ever seen, the animal was massive and he was hurt. "Oh you poor thing." She crooned softly at the dog.
Carefully Sandy inched toward the dog, keeping her voice calm and steady as she came closer hoping she wouldn't get bit. She laid her hands on the dog's hindquarters and worked her way up the animal's body to the deep wound in its shoulder. Sandy looked at the wound and frowned, slowly she reached into the bloody hole and pulled a shard of metal out, wincing as the dog yipped loudly in pain. Setting the sliver of metal aside she removed her book bag, taking out the wad of her gym clothes and beginning to tear them into strips to bandage the wound. Tying the strips together, Sandy bound the wound in the dog's shoulder, making the bandage tight to keep the dog from bleeding to death.
"There, that's the best I can do for you. But you need more help." She looked at the dog. "Your too big for me to carry home, I need you to try to walk for me fella."
Sandy held a piece of Kit-Kat out to the dog and coaxed him softly hoping he'd be able to get up. The dog looked up at her and hefted himself onto his feet, standing shakily and taking a few steps toward her.
"Good boy!" Sandy smiled and stood up, coaxing the dog toward her home.
The dog limped after Sandy the rest of the way to her house, whimpering occasionally and often stopping to regain his strength along the way. Sandy led the dog around back of her house and put him in the old playhouse in the backyard. The playhouse was a remnant of her childhood, a large one room mini house her father had built for her to play make believe in as a child. She piled some old blankets in the corner, stuffing some pillows under them so the dog would be comfortable. She coaxed the dog onto the pile of blankets and covers and then she left the playhouse and went into the main house to get a bowl of water and some food for the dog. Sandy returned with a large bowl of water and another bowl filled with cat food.
"I know its cat food," she explained to the dog quietly. "But I've never had a dog and my parents don't want me to have one so this is the best I have. I think its pretty much the same as dog food."
The dog whined softly and accepted some water and sniffed the cat food but did not eat any. He looked up at her, his eyes were yellow and strangely luminescent. His gray and white fur was a patchwork quilt and his large frame seemed Husky-like to Sandy.
"You are such a beautiful dog." She smiled and stroked his head. "I wish I could keep you."
The dog chuffed softly and laid his head down on his paws, slowly closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep. Sandy set the water and food down close to the dog and went back to the house to clean the blood off her hands. Her parents would be home shortly and she needed to make sure they didn't see the blood or the dog. Inside the house Sandy cleaned up the mess she'd made getting the cat food and washed her hands. She ruffled Boots fur upsetting the feline to no end as she whisked off to her room. Inside her room Sandy turned on some loud music and flopped herself down on her bed to do some homework.
Dinner and 'family time' went as usual, her father bitched about his job, her mother smiled and nodded while not paying any attention, and she blended into the wallpaper. The dishes were done, some television was watched, her parents went to bed to sleep and nothing more and Sandy sat alone in her room staring at the huge moon the filled the sky. She sighed and went into the bathroom, stripping her clothes and stepping into a warm spray of water in the shower. She just stood there for a long while, letting the heat of the water wash away the day, letting it soak her hair and body, feeling it sluice over every inch of her skin. Finally Sandy lathered herself and finished her shower, stepping out and toweling herself off before going back to her room. Once in her room she slipped into one of her nightgowns, a long t-shirt depicting a happy Hello Kitty with fairy wings. Sitting again by her window she stared at the moon.
Hooooooowwwwwwwwllllllll!
Oh no! Sandy thought in horror. He's going to wake up my parents! Sandy dashed out of her room and down the stairs, flying out the back door and toward the playhouse. She pulled the door open and stepped inside. It was pitch black inside the small house.
"Shhhh doggie, please you'll wake my parents!" Sandy whispered into the dark unable to see the dog. "Please you can't do that again, they'll make me send you away."
Sandy heard no sound, her eyes were slowly adjusting to the gloom inside the playhouse. She could make out the outline of the pile of blankets in the corner, but she couldn't tell if the dog was there or not. Shuffling her feet she tried to make her way toward the pile of blankets. She was standing at the edge of the blankets when a strong arm wrapped around her abdomen and a hand closed over her mouth.
"Please don't scream." The masculine voice whispered against her neck.
Sandy screamed anyways, she kicked and thrashed and began to cry as her captors arms held strong. She could feel his body through the back of her nightgown, hard and strong and with what felt like just one of the rough blankets on.
"Please, I'm not going to hurt you, you must believe me." His voice was so calming. Sandy stopped thrashing and held still. "I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth now, please don't scream, I promise I will not harm you." Slowly his hand came off her mouth.
