The dogs grew frantic; low, slowly rising growls coming from them. They were waiting for dinner. They lunged at my legs. Their teeth ripped at the dress. My screams only fueled them and heighten their anticipation I knew it, but I couldn’t shut my mouth. I had never been so afraid.
Teeth caught my skin and tore.
I felt one of the dog’s teeth go deep into my Achilles tendon. Puncturing. It was the one spot I hated shaving because thoughts of cuts made there by the razor always made my skin crawl. This was worse. It was a sharp, hot pain. I cried out and kicked my leg to keep my heel away from the nipping dog. Warm blood ran down my foot.
Another dog grazed my thigh. Red blood appeared in the fabric of the dress Grace forced me to put on. …show more content…
Grace shooed them away. I believe I saw disappointment in their wild eyes. Her fingers were like ice against my skin. She struggled with loosening the strap. My shoulder muscles burned so bad that I could hardly wait to relax them.
But before Grace could get me down there was a loud slapping sound like a screen door caught by a strong wind. The sound paralyzed the dogs and quieted their growls. I lifted my head and forced my eyes toward the sound. The back door of our abandoned house stood wide open, beckoning. My stomach dropped. “Evie.” Her name was barely whispered.
What was Clay thinking, exposing them? Letting the dogs in. More or less purposely calling them to them. Just like when Emily had chanced running, the dog’s attention was diverted. They lifted their heads immediately. Their heads turned from me to our abandoned house. The dogs sprinted toward the opened door, trampling over one another, snarling and nipping. In their fervor to get inside, the dogs forgot about me. One by one, Grace’s horde entered the house.
Grace forgot about me too. She stood void of all movement. Back to being …show more content…
The door stared back. Black and empty. Then suddenly the door was swallowed by bursting flames. Blinding hot. Oranges and reds. Burning.
Grace’s face washed pale. “King!” she roared. She tore at her hair. “NO! Not King!” Impulsively, she rushed forward and paused briefly before ducking under the flames over the doorway.
Grace vanished through the opening. “I’m a good mommy,” echoed in my mind. “I’m a good
Teeth caught my skin and tore.
I felt one of the dog’s teeth go deep into my Achilles tendon. Puncturing. It was the one spot I hated shaving because thoughts of cuts made there by the razor always made my skin crawl. This was worse. It was a sharp, hot pain. I cried out and kicked my leg to keep my heel away from the nipping dog. Warm blood ran down my foot.
Another dog grazed my thigh. Red blood appeared in the fabric of the dress Grace forced me to put on. …show more content…
Grace shooed them away. I believe I saw disappointment in their wild eyes. Her fingers were like ice against my skin. She struggled with loosening the strap. My shoulder muscles burned so bad that I could hardly wait to relax them.
But before Grace could get me down there was a loud slapping sound like a screen door caught by a strong wind. The sound paralyzed the dogs and quieted their growls. I lifted my head and forced my eyes toward the sound. The back door of our abandoned house stood wide open, beckoning. My stomach dropped. “Evie.” Her name was barely whispered.
What was Clay thinking, exposing them? Letting the dogs in. More or less purposely calling them to them. Just like when Emily had chanced running, the dog’s attention was diverted. They lifted their heads immediately. Their heads turned from me to our abandoned house. The dogs sprinted toward the opened door, trampling over one another, snarling and nipping. In their fervor to get inside, the dogs forgot about me. One by one, Grace’s horde entered the house.
Grace forgot about me too. She stood void of all movement. Back to being …show more content…
The door stared back. Black and empty. Then suddenly the door was swallowed by bursting flames. Blinding hot. Oranges and reds. Burning.
Grace’s face washed pale. “King!” she roared. She tore at her hair. “NO! Not King!” Impulsively, she rushed forward and paused briefly before ducking under the flames over the doorway.
Grace vanished through the opening. “I’m a good mommy,” echoed in my mind. “I’m a good