Erasing The Unwanted by Sydnie Short (e book reader pc .txt) 📖

forever. My dad used to take me on long car trips to random places. They always made me smile, but if I knew it would take this long, I never would’ve made that appeal. I rolled my window down and let the wind surge through my hair.

Something small and bronzed caught my eye on the side of the road.

“Pull over” I demanded and Dakota didn’t argue. We got out the car in unison and walked over to it. As we approached it we got a better look. It was a dog. He or she was whimpering on one leg and it tore my heart out.

“Come here little guy” As I tried to lure it over, Dakota was ten feet behind me. “ What are you doing way back there? Come over here” I whispered to Dakota, trying not to scare the puppy away.

“I can’t.” He shook his head.

“Why not?”

“I’m terrified of dogs.”

“He won’t hurt you he’s injured.” I pleaded looking at the cute little creature. “ Take it like a toilet seat and come on.” He dowdily sauntered over to me. Baby.

“Come on” I whispered to the dog. He sluggishly crawled over to us. I could see the pain in his eyes. Poor guy. I picked him up, not caring if he had a disease and rubbed his back. “Do you have a blanket in your car?” I asked cradling the lost dog.

“Yeah. I can go get it, if you want” He said pointing to his car. I nodded my head and without hesitation he dashed over to his car. “Got it!” He shouted from the inside. Dakota jogged back over to us.

“Thank you” I said while grapping the fluffy green blanket. I gently swathe the stray dog up. He whimpered at my touch but he didn’t attack me. His soft chocolate eyes ogle at me. With a smile that reached the moon, I kissed his cheek. I picked him up and carried him to the car. Dakota got in soon after breathing heavily.

“ You’ll get over it.” I laughed patting him on his back.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” He rolled his eyes at me and started the car.

We drove for another thirty minuets before we stopped at an old yellow house.  It had nothing that would make my eyes bulge out of their sockets. I clutched on the dog and open the car door.

“This is my Aunt Jaymima’s house. She used to watch me over the summer as a kid. Before my parents…” He paused looking over at the hideous bungalow. “She used to take me on adventurous trips and she means a lot to me. I haven’t seen her in ages, so be nice.”

“Hey, I am a sweet heart.” I said sounding offended.

“Uh, sure you are.”

“Jerk” I pouted at him.

“Come on, let’s go.”

I follow behind him as he shows the way up the driveway. My eyes wandered around the glum place. This is my idea of a prison. When we reached the porch, Dakota gently knocked on the door. I heard some shuffling and a thump.

“I just want you to know. My aunt is a little bit c-“ The door opened before he could finish what he was saying. An old wrinkly lady stood in the doorway.

“Oh my! Look who we have here.” She pulled Dakota into a big embrace. After a while, she released him.  “ And who is this?” She asked grabbing my wrist tightly.

“This is my friend Ginger.” The word ‘friend’ caused a burning sensation in my chest. I didn’t want to be his friend. I want to be something more.

“Hello” I grinned. “ This is my dog. I hope you don’t mind him coming in.”

“No, no of course. Why don’t y’all come on in? I don’t bite.” Yeah like the first thing that comes to mind is that your going to bite me. I thought rudely. Dakota silently chuckled. I hope I didn’t say that aloud.

We strode into her house and a musty lemon scent jacked its way in my nose. I tried to ignore the repulsive odor as I tottered through the house but it didn’t work. As soon as Aunt Jaymima twirled around, I cover my nose and breath.

“Take a seat and I’ll be right back.” She ordered us as she sprung off. I lingered to sit down on her sofa.  It was hard and you could feel springs from underneath. Dakota sat down right beside me and brushed my hand a little on the way down. Which gave me a slight shiver. 

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Publication Date: 03-18-2013

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