Sunday, November 21, 2021

Gilded Guilt(page-12)


                                                             Chapter 5 

                                                            Guilt-Ridden                                                            

     Robbie was a mess, his hatred toward his sisters now evolved to a point he just quit pretending they were even family, they were far more sinister than he could ever imagine. They destroyed and killed everything he loved: his little adorable goat and his beloved dog. He moped around the house and secluded himself to the basement, his living Hell. Robbie became aloof from his family, he rarely talked to anyone especially his ego-driven sisters. He drank every night to kill his pain. How could someone in spite destroy some person's life by slaughtering his beloved pet? This haunted Robbie to no end.

     A chilly morning in early September near Robbie’s birthday, a little female Beagle showed up at his door as he was walking out the door while headed to work. Robbie first checked to see if she had a collar on, but she didn't, but he noticed she was pregnant. So, he knew she wandered far from her home and was probably hungry, so, Robbie went inside his home and grabbed a piece of leftover ham from the refrigerator. He stepped outside and laid the ham on the sidewalk and the female Beagle immediately ate it up with two bites, but Robbie was running late for work, so, he rubbed her head and got into his car, and drove off to work. 

     Robbie came home around 6 and was worn out, he worked two hours of overtime but never received any extra earnings for it, just an extra ten bucks, but he noticed on the front porch the fat female Beagle was still here, and he thought, Lord, his mom won't approve of another yelping dog, especially another Beagle, so, Robbie tried to gently shoo her away, but she never moved, she read right through his gentle and weak soul. 


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