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Post by Bad Beth on Sept 21, 2017 22:54:24 GMT
Chapter 20
I decided I was going to try and get rid of the evil inside of Pissy so maybe if I held him all the time he might stop being evil. I had breakfast and I had on some clean cloth diapers which I had already gotten wet. I watched some TV as I held Pissy and I squeezed him and his teeth showed. I thought he looked like a squeeze toy. I squeezed him again and his teeth showed so I did it again to see it. I also noticed his penis would expand and then go back inside again so I imagined it being cut off as a punishment for peeing in the house. I thought of that one episode from South Park when Kyle’s parents wanted to circumcise Ike by changing the shape of his penis which they called a brisk. I wanted the same thing to be done to Pissy but cut it off but I knew it would hurt and he would bleed if I did that and only a vet can do it. They know how to do those things without harming the animal and making it painful and making it bleed. Then I put him outside and kept on watching TV. Then I heard someone opening the door and I noticed Pissy was running around. I didn’t feel comfortable with him wandering around the home so I stuck him in the cage and went back to watching TV. Then I heard someone come in the family room and then I noticed Pissy was out of his cage again so I put him back in there. A few minutes later he was out again because someone had let him out again so I stuck him back in there. Then finally I noticed Matthew was back in the living room and he was looking at Pissy in the cage. Then I noticed he was out of his cage again so I grabbed him again saying in a British tone “I do not want to see this dog in my eye sight again” and I tossed him back in the cage and closed the door. I never saw him in my eye sight again so my tone worked. “Hey where are all the knives?” Kelly asked. “We hid them so Natalie wouldn’t harm herself with them,” said Mom. “But I need it to cut up an apple,” said Kelly. “Why did you have to take all the knives, there are other things in here Natalie can harm herself with. Thanks a lot Natalie for threatening to kill yourself.” “I did not threaten to kill myself,” I said. “You did last week.” Oh that is what she meant. No wonder they never sent me to the hospital, they decided to hide the knives instead so I wouldn’t kill myself. Mom got a knife out and gave it to Kelly. I didn’t see her getting one out. I played video games next after I got through watching TV. I played Sonic 3D Blast in Matthew’s bedroom. My tummy rumbled for food but I didn’t want to stop playing and I wanted to burn my body fat to get thinner. My diaper was also very wet. While I was defeating Dr. Robotnik on the snow level, I started to mess in my cloth diaper. It was all soft in there and I felt it spread. Then I noticed the strong smell. I stayed in the diaper and then my name was called. “What?” I shouted. “You wanna eat?” Mom asked. “Yeah,” I said. I paused the game and went downstairs. “Go change first,” said Mom right when she noticed the smell. I went up to my room and got some clean cloth diapers and changed in the bathroom. I dumped the excessive poop in the toilet and I used the dirty towels to wipe up the mess I made. Then I brought the messy diapers downstairs and put them in the laundry sink and put water in there and some laundry soap to soak it. I washed my hands at the kitchen sink and sat down to ate. Mom had made stew. Matthew hated it so he was having corn dogs instead. Matthew has his own special food, I call it Matthew food and the Matthew pile for his food. I ate my strew and then stuck the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. I had dessert next and then I was done eating for the night. I went back to my video game.
I showered later that night and played in the den. Pissy was locked in his cage. I was so happy because that meant I didn’t have to be stressed out about him.
I woke up the next day and Dad was already at work and Mom was working again in the living room. I watched more TV and I saw Pissy again wandering around the kitchen so I picked him up and put him in his cage and closed the door and went back to watching TV. During the commercial I went to the cage and pounded on it again with my fists. “What is that sound?” Mom asked from the living room. I stopped and sat back down. I watched more TV and then after the show ended, I got up and grabbed a blanket and put it over the cage so he would be in the dark. Pissy didn’t react to any of this so I figured he didn’t care. I also moved the cage up against the wall and had the door facing the wall. During another commercial I put the diapers in the washing machine and turned it on and put more soap in it and I let the water out of the sink and washed my hands and arm to get the poop water off. I got another image in my head of me dumping Pissy in the sink with the sewage water. I imagined myself doing it and I felt so good when I imagined it. I also imagined putting him in my diaper and pissing on him as a punishment and wearing him as a diaper. Matthew came in the room and noticed Skippy’s cage against the wall covered. “Hey what happened there?” he asked. He went over to the cage and peeked inside. “Why is this covered?” “So he can be in the dark,” I said. “Did you do this?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. Matthew pulled the blanket off and turned the cage around. Then I heard him open the cage so I said, “Hey don’t let him out, I don’t want him peeing by my door again.” “I’m going to play with him.” “Good, don’t let him run around when you’re done,” I said. Matthew played with Pissy. He chased him around the kitchen and eating area and he also tossed a ball at him so he can get it but Pissy didn’t chase after it. He just looked and watched the ball and didn’t get it so Matthew had to go get it and bring it back. He would toss the ball again to show Pissy how the game is played but he wouldn’t do it. I heard the doorbell ring and Mom answered it and two women stepped inside and went in the living room. I happened to be going up to my room when I overheard “Ever since you started doing all this, the art studio downtown has been suffering because you sell your work for low prices so everyone wants to come here.” Wow, Mom making a business go out of business? I imagined that art store doing so well downtown until Mom started to earn money for her talent and sell it to make some extra money so we can still get cable TV and internet and now they were making less and people just stopped going there and started coming here instead. I got my Game Boy and brought it back downstairs and the women were still here. They were talking to Mom. “You can put your business in the paper so everyone knows about it and no one can rip them down,” I overheard. I went back in the family room and watched more TV.
Soon the people left. I noticed Pissy was wandering around again and Matthew wasn’t even playing with him so I picked him up and put him in his cage. I got done watching TV and I went up to my room. I turned on my radio and did a word search. I listened to oldies. “Joy to the World” was playing, no not the holiday one, the Three Dog Night one. Then that song ended and “war” came on. That song made me picture myself being in war with Pissy. He tries to pee in the house and I keep stopping him and I keep trying to keep him in his cage while he keeps trying to get out and try to piss inside when he can. Then I saw him wandering up the stairs, so I got up and had my fists out and he lifted his leg by my door but I ran up to him saying “hey.” He stopped and took off but I chased after him. “You can’t pee by my door” I shouted as I was swinging my fists at him and I grabbed him and squeezed him. I took him to the backyard and tossed him outside on the porch and closed the door. “Natalie,” said Mom. “He tried to pee by my door again but I caught him and I do not want to see him outside his cage again.” “He is only a puppy.” “He doesn’t want to go outside because he prefers to go in the house right by my door,” I said. “I know because that is what he does right away when he comes inside so I know it’s not an accident.” “It will take time for him to learn like it did for you.” “At least I wore diapers. Put them back on him then.” “He just chews them right off. You had your accidents.” “Yeah in my diaper.” “No, we would have underwear on you because you would just pee in them if we put them on you so we put you in underwear while you were training so you wouldn’t go in your pants. At least when you had an accident, you didn’t like it so it made you hold it.” “At least I didn’t do it on purpose like he is.” “And you used to take them off again when you went back in them again and we didn’t lock you in a cage or outside.” “You used duct tape and stuff,” I pointed out. “You would spank me if I tried taking them off. You can tape them on Pissy.” “Whimper!” Mom shouted. “If you call him by another name one more time, I am taking away your Nintendo.” I went back up to my room again and went back to my word search. I hated Pissy and I started to think bad stuff of him again. I thought about him getting eaten by a coyote. I could put him outside in the middle of the night and maybe a coyote will come in our yard and eat him. Or I can just leave him out in the field or forest and hope a coyote eats him so that way I didn’t kill him. Maybe someone else will find him if he wanders onto the road and keep him since he doesn’t have a license. I wouldn’t have to kill him.
Pissy was in his cell when two guards came in. “Okay Whimper, it’s time,” they said. Pissy got up from the floor and they put a leash around his neck and a muzzle on him and they walked him to another room. There sat a groomer and she shaved his head and his leg and the guards again put the leash back on him and his nozzle and walked him to the chamber. He trotted with them and they brought him into a room where the tiny wooden chair sat. They put him in there on his butt and had him in it like a human. They put straps around his ankles and strapped his two front paws to the wooden chair arms and strapped a belt across his chest. . They then strapped his head to the chair. Another guy came in with some papers and started to read it to him. “Whimper,” he said. “You had been sentenced to electrocution for peeing in the house and for giving Natalie so much anxiety and stress and taking away her family. You will have the electricity run through you, are there any last statements or requests?” “No sir,” said the other guy who walked him in there and strapped him in. He put the medal piece on his head and tightened it in place. The head piece look like a cap but it was medal and it was tiny to fit a small dog. “You may now began the procedure,” said the warrant guy. He walked away and there stood another person and he nodded at the other guy and he pulled the switch down. Pissy started to squeal real loud from the pain. He whimpered hysterically as he was being electrocuted. The witnesses watched and they all had frowns on their faces. I just sat there and watched in amusement and pleasure. I felt so much better. I liked seeing his mouth open as he was screeching. Sparks popped from the head piece and Pissy still kept whimpering loudly. People were shaking their heads and looking down with frowns. Then I saw Mom in the room and she was crying. “No stop,” she yelled and she ran to the window but two officers grabbed her and carried her out of the room. Mom kept shouting “he is only a puppy, he didn’t know. They’re hurting him.” Then they slipped the switch again and the chair turned off. Pissy looked like he was just leaning in the chair and the straps were just holding him in place. “Why isn’t he moving?” someone in the room asked. “Yeah why isn’t he moving,” said the guy who had strapped him in there. A doctor came in and checked his heart and shook his head and sighed saying “he’s dead.” “Oops, I must have had it turned on too high,” said the man who pulled the switch. Everyone got up and started to leave the room. I just stared at the lifeless body. It was all over. Pissy looked like he was just sitting still all rested.
That was all I remembered when I woke up the next day. Last night I thought about waiting until everyone is a sleep so I can get dressed warm and take Pissy with me and leave him out in the forest but I was afraid of someone waking up and someone else seeing me outside with him. I had another dream again but this time it was everyone getting back at Pissy for peeing in the house again. I still had thoughts in my head about killing him. Using coyotes or trying to get him lost or throwing him in the river to make it look like an accident. But it was my fear of getting caught that was stopping me from killing him. I didn’t want to go to a mental hospital or go to juvenile hall.
I still fought with him and Mom getting mad at me for even being scared of him being outside his cage in the house. I had to get rid of that damn animal. I picked him up and squeezed him and his teeth showed. Then I held him by the back of his neck by holding his fur and skin and carried him like that and he started to whimper loud. “Natalie, what are you doing to that dog?” Mom shouted. “Just holding him like how mothers hold them,” I said. “No, you stop right now, you’re hurting him.” I stuck him back in his cage and pounded my fist on the cage and then I pushed it over with him in it and left it like that. “Natalia?” Mom screamed. I was done torturing him anyway so I stopped. “If you don’t stop being mean to that dog, I will start taking stuff away,” Mom threatened. I would be sure to be more quiet about it and do it when she isn’t around. I imagined wearing him in my diaper and peeing on him and pooping. Then I got a thought in my head. I took him out of his cage and brought him up to my room. I took him to my room and opened my trash can and took out my used diapers from days ago I opened one of them and rubbed Pissy on it. I felt a little guilty but I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I also rubbed my feces on his fur and I rubbed his face in it. He started to whimper. I was worried Mom would hear so I held his mouth closed and kept doing it. He squirmed and fought to get away but I held him down and I kept rubbing my messy diaper on him. He had poop on his fur now and I smeared it all over him. I realized I was getting some on my floor so I stopped. I then had to carry him out of my room and I couldn’t let anyone see him like this but I decided I would just say he got into my messy diapers and played with them. I took him downstairs again and put him outside. I then had a mess to clean up in my room. I used wet dirty towels to wipe the mess off the floor and I threw my diapers away again. “What are you doing?” Kelly asked. “Pissy got into my diapers so I am cleaning up the mess he made,” I lied. “Wow, how gross. Where is he now?” “Outside.” Kelly left and I wiped the mess off my rug doing the best I can and I looked for the rug cleaner. I found it in the laundry room where all the cleaning supplies are kept. I got the rug cleaner and brought it upstairs and I poured some on the poop and scrubbed it using a dirty hand towel. “Natalie,” Mom called in her normal voice. “What?” I called. “Since Whimper got into your diapers, will you please give him a bath?” “Why?” I shouted. “Because I am asking you to.” I sighed. I finished wiping up the mess and I let it sit there. “Go outside and get him, it’s your mess you need to clean up,” said Mom. I got my shoes on and went outside and there was Pissy digging in the flower bed. He ran from me and I chased after him and I was getting mad at him because he was wasting my time. I got the hose and I turned on the water and I started to spray at him to get the mess off him. “Hey little shit head, stop running,” I said. “Ha get it, shit head? You have shit on your head.” “Natalia Jean Evans,” said Mom on the porch. “I’m rinsing him off,” I said. “No, you give him a bath, do you take a shower in cold water?” “No,” I said. “So how do you think that water feels on him?” “Uh cold?” I guessed. “Yes, you need to wash him in warm water,” said Mom. I dropped the hose and turned the water off. “Please put the hose away,” said Mom. I rolled my eyes again. I was getting all dirty from all this. I grabbed the hose and pulled it to the house. I had to put it in the pile or else I would be sent back out here again to make it right. After I got done, I chased after Pissy again and he kept running from me so I went back inside saying, “he won’t let me get him.” “Keep trying, you are not coming back inside until you get him,” said Mom. I went back outside and I was trapped out here until I caught him. Pissy and I were really at war. War, huh, yeah, what is it good for? I kept chasing him and I tried to sneak up to him. I really hated this dog and I swear he was doing this to give me trouble because he knows how much he bothers me. It started to rain again. Oh man. Just great. I was getting very stressed out trying to get him. I tried to hold in my feelings without having a tantrum. Pissy was by the swings so I walked over to that area. I tried to pretend I wasn’t going after him and I was just walking. I touched one of the swings and sat on it and swung to make it look like I was just playing on the swingset while Pissy as sniffing around. I looked at him to see if he will ever lift his leg to go. I saw him squatting down and poop came out. At least he knows to poop outside but he won’t do that with pee? He really was evil and preferred going in the house.
I stopped swinging and I got off. I walked over to Pissy but he took off again leaving the poop on the ground and he wasn’t even done yet. I thought I could grab him and hold him until he was done pooping before taking him inside. Pissy ran from the swingset and I just stood under the porch out of the rain. I folded my arms inside my coat to keep warm. I wondered if Mom was ever going to come back out and decide I can just come back inside after being out here long enough. I turned the knob on the door but it was locked. I watched the rain come down and I figured maybe Mom will have to come out to get Pissy if I never do and she would have to let me back inside so I just waited. I waited. And waited. And waited. How long has it been, two hours? Mom never came out. My diaper was very wet and it was very uncomfortable now. It was like wearing a wet towel around my bottom. I could also smell the pee. I sat down and rested against the house and curled up in a ball to keep warm. I kept my head down and just thought about stuff. My happiness with video games and the computer. I also thought about my cat. Then I heard the kitchen door open above me and Mom didn’t say anything. She closed the door again and I just sat here. I listened to the rain and then it stopped so I got out and looked again and Pissy was nowhere to be seen. I looked around the yard for him and in the wet flowers and bushes. I looked in the playhouse and at the swing set. I wasn’t sure what time it was. I decided to go back inside and see. I went up the steps and opened the door and said “Hello, I can’t find Pi-I mean Whimper.” Whew that was close. Mom didn’t notice the slip up because she said “You can come in now, he is already inside and I cleaned him up for you.” “Why did you leave me outside?” I cried. “I didn’t see you out there so I thought you took off because you were mad at me. Not the first time you have done it you know.” I took off my wet jacket and I went upstairs and took everything off in the bathroom and went in my bedroom and changed into a clean cloth diaper. I put on some clean clothes and I felt so much better. I never was going to try and do that again to Pissy. Then I heard a sound at my door so I opened it and there was Pissy walking away and there was a wet spot by the door. I screamed out loud and I felt like punching walls and kicking my door and hitting my head. My hands curled up into fists. “Natalie, what is going on now?” Mom called. “He did it again, he came up here and peed at my door and he pooped outside but not pee,” I yelled. “What I can’t understand you, stop yelling and speak calmer.” “Look,” I pointed to the wet spot. “Oh I will clean it up, man he sure likes your door for some reason. Maybe he wants to keep other pets away from your room, dogs are very territorial you know so they will mark their spot.” Mom went in her room and she came back and soaked up the mess with a towel and she cleaned it again. “I saw him poop outside when I was out there but he didn’t pee so this was on purpose,” I said. “Natalie, he’s a dog. We will keep working with him. I will go buy some treats when I go shopping next time and we can give him one every time he goes outside,” said Mom. “Just keep him in the cage when you can’t watch him,” I said. “Oh Natalie.” “It’s three more days till school, when will my diapers get here?” “I don’t know and if they don’t come by tomorrow, I will go to the pharmacy and get some for you to tie you over.” “What if you forget?” I asked. “They’re not open long tomorrow.” “I will get them first thing in the morning then if they are not at the door by the end of today.” “What if Grandma Del never ordered more?” “I will call her when I am done here.” Mom got done and I stayed in my room. I worried about not getting my diapers and Mom forgetting. I was not going to go to school on Monday if I didn’t have any disposable diapers. I thought of someone holding Pissy under hot water and hearing him whimper out loud in pain. I also pictured him being in a tiny chair and being electrocuted and hearing him whimper out in agony. I thought of that dream again I had the other night. I thought of other ways he could get abused. I could burn him on the hot stove so I pictured putting his paw on there while it’s on and him whimpering out loud in pain. I also imagined myself kicking him like a soccer ball. I wanted to do all those things to him but I was afraid of being sent away to a mental hospital. I thought of just choking him and I could get away with that. I just won’t let him die because I don’t want to get caught. I had another thought in my head of people peeing on him and he is our toilet. I imagined him in the portable potty and him being stuck in there and people coming in and peeing on top of him. I imagined my mother cleaning me up using Pissy as a wipe. I imagined myself throwing him down the stairs after peeing at my door again or wrecking anything else I use. I also thought about putting him in the dryer and turning it on and listening to him flop around in it but I heard dryers kill you. I thought about putting him in the laundry sink with my wet or messy cloth diapers but Mom might just make me give him a bath instead in fresh water. Besides how would I tell her how he got in the sink? I kept thinking of all the abusing adventures of Pissy. I could make it into a series and write it all down but too bad I am not good with drawing or I would have made a comic out of it. I grabbed my notebook off the shelf and got a pencil and opened it to a blank page and tried to figure out how to start the story. I decided to write it like it was a picture book. “This is Whimper, he is a puppy that no one wanted, he liked to pee in the house and never wanted to go outside so his nickname was Pissy. One day Pissy decided to pee by the door to someone’s bedroom. Oh no, the owner of the bedroom got mad so she took him and rubbed him in her diapers. Poop went on his head, and butt and chest and his legs and is face. He wriggled and squirm to get away but this was his punishment for being a bad dog. The urine also got on his skin and he got all covered in diaper stuffing pieces and gell. Then Pissy was taken downstairs and put outside while the owner was left to clean up the mess in her room. The owner’s mother had found out about Pissy being covered in sewage so she sent the room owner outside to give him a bath but the owner had another idea. She grabbed the hose and turned it on and chased Pissy all over the yard getting him wet with cold water. Pissy ran but he kept getting sprayed with cold water until the owner’s mother came out and yelled at her about it and she stopped. For revenge, he ran from her making her chase him to make it harder for her. He even took a dump in the yard but still preferred to pee in the house right by her door. Then is started to rain so she gave up and stayed under the porch until the mother came out and got him and brought him inside. She gave him a bath and then she tucked him nicely into bed in his fresh clean fur while Natalie waited outside. After his peaceful rest, he decided to do his thing again. He went back to the door and lifted his leg and peed. Then the door opened and Natalie started screaming again in anger and Pissy enjoyed the whole thing while listening to her mother defending him saying he is just a puppy. He had won again. Then End.”
I went back and changed the words from “owner” to my name because it sounded better and I put in my mother’s name also than mother. Next I wrote about him being electrocuted. I did the same beginning but wrote in the next paragraph “This time he was serving time in prison for dogs and he had been sentenced to be electrocuted for peeing in the house and for terrorizing Natalie with it. All the witnesses were in the witness room waiting to watch him be electrocuted and hear him whimper loud in pain. Pissy was shaved on his head and around his legs and put on a leash and led to the chamber.” I wrote the rest out I remembered in my dream but I didn’t have him die in the story or else there would be no other ways to abuse him. I was feeling happier as I was writing these things. I wished this was all real. I wrote in my next story about him going to vet to have his penis cut off and instead of putting him to sleep and removing it the right way, the vet just uses these tools to squeeze his penis and he whimpers loudly in agony while Natalie watches. Then finally his penis had been removed and Pissy no longer had his penis and he felt sad he lost his. He could no longer do his crime and pee would just come out of him now so he was never able to lift his leg again to go. I got tired of writing the Abusing Adventures of Pissy for now and put my notebook away. I felt so much better. Then another thought had entered my mind. The gas chamber. Pissy got thrown in there and he gets gassed and everyone watches him gasp for air. Then his eyes pop out of him. And he urinates and falls down dead with saliva hanging from his mouth. I then pictured him being strapped in the chair instead and the gas raising up from under the seat. I imagined that scene in The Chamber but I replaced Sam Cayhall with Pissy. Lethal injection would just be too nice for him so I didn’t imagine him being injected with lethal drugs at all. I imagined him being hung on a noose and the rope dropping with it around his neck and he hangs there and chokes. I also pictured him being shot in the chest or neck. I still wanted to kill him but I was too afraid of getting caught and going to juvenile hall but I had all these thoughts in my head I couldn’t stop.
The diapers did finally come because my mom called my name and she had tossed the boxes on the stairs for me to get. I came down and got them and I felt so happy to have my disposables back. I carried one up at a time and put all the diapers in the closet and tossed the boxes in the garage after I had flattened them.
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Post by Bad Beth on Sept 28, 2017 22:06:17 GMT
Chapter 21
I couldn’t stop thinking about ways to abuse Pissy and thinking about killing him. I thought about just putting him outside and saying I forgot to let him back inside and I went back to bed. I would hope he would be eaten by a coyote and if he didn’t, then everyone would know what I was trying to do if I kept pretending to make that mistake every night until he is dead. I wouldn’t be killing him, it would be the coyote but what if everyone says I still killed him because I put him outside and left him out there? Do coyotes ever come to our yard, I have heard of some neighbors complaining they get some in their yard. Can they climb over fences? I decided to go to the living room and get out the encyclopedia. Mom was in there working and I went to the bookshelf and looked for the C and pulled it off the shelf. I looked for Coyote. I found the section and started to read. It showed a picture of one and it looked a lot like a wolf. I had doubts they can climb since wolves can’t. I skimmed the article and put the book back. I didn’t think my plan would work by putting him in the backyard unless I leave the gate open but then my parents would wonder who left it open and how it got open. Then how would I explain to them how the gate unlocked itself? What if they knew it was me because I am the one who hates that dog and so does Dad so one of us would be the suspect. I imagined causing something between Mom and Dad by leaving it open, no I didn’t want that. Pissy was locked in his cage and I was so glad. I didn’t have to worry about him peeing in the house again or him targeting me. I watched TV while I did a word search. Then Mom came in and took Pissy outside. She was outside for a few minutes and then she brought him inside. “Did he go?” I asked. “No, we will try again later.” She carried him down the hall. “Don’t let him loose,” I cried. “Natalie, stop, he will be in the living room with me.” I was afraid he would get out of the room and Mom wouldn’t notice because she would be too busy to even watch him. I got up and moved the couch so I could watch the hallway for Pissy. I looked at the TV and kept looking back in the hallway. Mom came out again with Pissy and she got her shoes on and took him back outside. Then she came back in again. “Did he go?” I asked. “No.” “Just leave him outside until he goes,” I said. “He can’t hold it forever.” “He will just start digging in the flowers and doing other mischievous stuff.” Mom took him back to the living room.
Pissy was walking and he was the size of an adult. He was walking on two legs and had his two front legs up as if his paws were his hands. He was grinning again showing his teeth. That same face he showed when I would squeeze him. He walked towards the chamber where the men were standing waiting to gas him. That was the exact replica scene from The Chamber. Pissy stepped inside the chamber and he almost tripped but the two guys wearing yellow aprons caught him. He sat in the chair and they started to strap him in and the last they did was put the harness around his head to hold it in place. He was still grinning. Then one of the guys opened a bottle and poured it in the pail below the chair. Then they left the chamber. Then another man standing by the door stepped in front with papers and said, "Whimper, this is your abuse warrant, I am required to read this to you. We the jury find you beyond the reasonable doubt guilty of urinating in the house and causing Natalie Evans great distress in her home, chewing up one of her game controllers and urinating one of her game cartridges. The crime was very naughty and real evil and mean spirited and that the defendant Whimper should be tortured by lethal gas on January 22nd 2001." He stepped away and another man in the white shirt asked him "Is there any reason we should stop this?" And he said "no" and then the white shirt guy said to Pissy "Are there any last words?" Pissy just kept grinning and the two yellow apron guys closed the medal door and sealed it shut. Pissy kept grinning and looking around the chamber. Behind him faces showed through the thick glass windows. "No don't hurt him, he is just a puppy," Mom screamed again crying. She ran up to the window and tried to run out of the room but two security guys caught her and carried her out. The clock ticked and the valves opened and the lever pulled and pellets dropped and gas rose from the pail making a hissing sound. Pissy just kept grinning and blinking his eyes as if nothing was happening. Then few seconds later, he started to whimper real loudly and his body starting shaking violently in the seat but the straps were holding him. Then he jaw opened and his eyes rolled to the back of his head and thick spit started foaming at his mouth and coming out. Then the tongue was hanging out of his mouth and his body no longer moved. "Oh my god, they killed Pissy," said a man in the witness room. "You bastards," said his friend. "How much gas did you put in there?" said the red shirt man to the yellow apron men. "Just enough to make him gag and pass out," they replied. "You used too much because he is dead, this was supposed to be torture, not an execution here," the white shirt man yelled. "Oops, our bad, we didn't have any bunny rabbits to test this on." "You could have used any animal you idiot like a squirrel or a birdy." "Oops." Everyone left the witness room. Pissy's body laid still in the chair with the gas still in there before the vents started going to get rid of the toxic gas. Urine laid on the floor in front of the chair.
Pissy peed in the house again when he got the chance. Mom was too busy painting when he left the living room and went upstairs and peed in the hallway again but this time right on my door. I saw him come downstairs so I went upstairs and looked and there was the pee spot again. I screamed again saying "God damn it, not again." Pissy just ran right when he heard my loud voice. I chased after him. Mom came out of the living room. "Natalie, stop!" She shouted. I ignored her and kept chasing after him. He ran around the kitchen island and I decided to go the other way to trick him. He saw me and turned around but I grabbed him and squeezed him hard and squeezed one of his legs and he whimpered loudly. "Give me the dog give me the dog," Mom was shouting. I ignored her and tossed him in his cage and closed the door. "Go to your room now. Get," said Mom. I ran up to my room and slammed my door really hard. Then I went to her bathroom and grabbed one of her dirty shirts and used it to wipe up Pissy's urine. I was punishing Mom for not keeping that dog in his cage. Then I tossed her shirt in the dirty linen in the kids bathroom. I took out my notebook and wrote out the gas chamber scene. Pissy Gets Gassed, it was called. I decided I could kill him and he always comes back to life like Kenny and Scratchy do and he gets tortured in every story and dies. I laid on my bed as I wrote it. Then I thought of another way he could get abused so I wrote on the next page, Pissy Gets Attacked by Guard Dogs.
One day Natalie is carrying Pissy in town when she is walking by a big fence that says "Warning, watch dogs, beware." Natalie tossed him over the fence and she heard a bunch of barking and Pissy whimpering loudly as he gets attacked. The dogs chased him and Pissy ran and hid under things but they kicked them out of the way with their legs and heads and they bit him all over. They bit his back, his legs, back of his neck and even his penis. Then the dogs stopped and walked away.
Later he was discovered in the yard by the owner so he took him to the vet. The vet looked him over and said he would need a bunch of stiches. Pissy was medicated and got stitched up well and was also cleaned up from the blood. Anita came in to get her dog and started crying. "What happened to my precious little puppy?" she cried. "He was attacked by a bunch of guard dogs for peeing in the house again," the vet replied. "He is only a puppy, he doesn't know," Anita cried. She picked him up and held him. Pissy was grinning again despite his stitches and his shaved body. The End
Pissy Becomes the Toilet
One day at the fair Natalie is carrying Pissy again for peeing in the house. She took him to a porta potty and placed him inside the toilet with his legs tied. He laid in the liquid stuff and Natalie left the potty. Then she sat outside in a lawn chair with her drink and book and foot rest. Then later people started arriving. First thing they do is they started to use the porta potties including the one he is in. The first lady sits down being unaware Pissy in in there. She pulls her pants down and sits and started peeing. Pissy started whimpering and the lady shot up and noticed him. She pulled her pants up to use the other potty. Then her husband went in there and sat down and started peeing in the urinal. The pee flows down the tube and hits the liquid. Then he is done and leaves. Then next person comes in, a child, and he sits on the potty and starts pooping ignoring Pissy's whimpering. Then he wiped his butt and tossed it on top of Pissy. More children come in and use the potty and pee on him and poop and Pissy gets all dirty. Natalie enjoys hearing it all and feels so happy with his punishment. "Natalia, Jean Evans," said her mother. "Where is my dog." She pointed to one of the porta potties. Anita went in and saw Pissy all covered in urine and poop and toilet paper. She screamed. Natalie took off before her mother could see her and make her clean it all up. Anita came back out and saw her gone and shouted "nooooo." Pissy just laid in the mess grinning again like he didn't care. The End
I took a break from writing and thought of more ways he can get abused. I went to the back of my notebook and wrote down ideas.
Play kick the doggy Toss him out the bedroom window Burn him on the stove Burn him with hot water Smash him with an iron Cut off his penis Hang him Hit him with a belt Toss him around playing hot potato with him Throw him in the river Give him a cold bath Slam his head on the floor or wall holding his mouth closed Play Spank the Doggy Put him under the couch cushion and sit on it Literally kick him outside
I closed my notebook and put it on the table by my bed. I still had killing him on my mind. I played video games again. I could hear Mom and Dad fighting again about that dog. He was cursing and yelling and saying he is going to get rid of that damn animal and Mom was protesting about it. "I also don't want to see him out of that cage unless he is outside or being watched," Dad yelled. I heard Mom shouting again and Dad saying "You're the one who was stupid enough to enter that damn drawing so he is your responsibility, not mine. I shouldn't have to give up my time to take care of that damn dog I never asked for and Natalie shouldn't either. She also never wanted him...oh yeah? Did you also consult anyone in this household first before putting in the damn raffle ticket? I know he was cute and no one wanted him but you’re too busy to take care of him….Well he certainly isn’t learning to go outside because he thinks our house is the toilet. I will not have that. Get rid of him or I will.” “If you do that Glen, we are through,” Mom shouted. “Oh that is fine, I can take care of myself, how are you going to care for yourself?...Yeah that is right, the dog will go.” I felt so happy, it was almost over. The dog will be gone thanks to Dad. “Then you train that damn animal then,” Dad screamed. I kept playing my game and I never saw Pissy for the rest of the day. I assumed he was either outside or locked in his cage. I watched GoldenEye and I watched SNICK at eight. Dad made us all dinner but it was a quick one. All he made was chicken Mcnuggets. I didn’t care. At least I had less calories. They showed Spongebob and The Amanda Show and they decided to show The Brothers Garcia. I wasn’t interested in that new show so I played videogames again waiting for All That to come on. I stayed up and went to bed around eleven because I was so tired.
“Natalie, Natalie!” I woke up to my dad shaking me awake and whispering loudly in my face. “What?” I said. “I need your help, just get your coat and shoes on,” he said quietly. “Why?” I asked. “Just do it, don’t ask don’t tell. Be very quiet.” I got out of my bed and I was so tired. My diaper was wet. I left my bedroom and went downstairs. Dad was getting his coat on. I got my coat from the closet and put it on. Dad went in the family room and got out Pissy. “Get your shoes on,” he whispered. I went in the laundry room and got my shoes on. Dad came out to the garage putting on his slip-on shoes. “In the car,” he ordered. I got in the minivan and sat in the front seat. Dad got in too and tossed Pissy on my lap. He turned the car on and opened the garage door. “What are you doing? You can’t drive,” I said. “Shut up.” Dad backed out of the garage. “What if Mum or Matthew or Kelly wakes up?” I asked. “I hope they won’t wake up which is why we had to be quiet,” said Dad. “But you’re not supposed to be driving,” I said. “There are no cops out here and just as long as I go the safe speed, they shouldn’t pull me over.” “But you’re not allowed to drive on a suspended license.” “Natalie, please. I am breaking the law I know that so shut up about it.” We left the neighborhood and Dad drove. We drove in the dark in the country side. It was raining outside and Dad had the wipers on and the back wiper too. “Where are we going?” I asked. “You and I both hate this dog and he has been upsetting the both of us so I feel your pain,” said Dad. “So we are going to get rid of it. Together.” “Why couldn’t you do it yourself?” “Because I need you to help me. I have a torch right here in case you need it.” Dad showed the flashlight to me that was on the floor between the seats. We drove for a few minutes and then Dad pulled the car over and there were barely any lights around. All I saw were farm lights from homes. “Put your hood up and here is the torch,” Dad handed it to me. I put my hood up and zipped up my coat. “Now you are going to take the dog out in the field and put him there and come back,” said Dad. I turned on the flashlight and carried Pissy in my left arm. I climbed over the white fence and walked out in the tall grass. I walked and stopped but Dad shouted behind me I had to go way out in the field. I kept walking and walking and then I put him down and started to walk back but Pissy followed after me. “Stay,” I said. Pissy kept following me. I saw the house near me so I picked him up and walked over there. It had a chained fence around the yard so I just tossed him over it and ran back to the car leaving Whimper in the backyard. He started to whimper and bark and the other dogs were barking. I ran as fast as I could before the owners woke up and saw me. I even turned off my flashlight and walked slowly. It was very dark out and I couldn’t see anything but I could see the van. It still rained. I got back to the minivan and got in. “How did it go?” Dad asked. “I had to put him in someone’s yard because he wouldn’t quit following me and their dogs started barking and the lights turned on so I had to hide." “Well at least he has a new home.” Dad turned the car around and drove back home. “I hope Mom won’t get upset and Matthew,” I said. “They will get over it, we’ll just say he ran away. This will be our secret.” Dad patted my leg. “I know what you did to the dog yesterday, pretty gross,” he said. “How did you know?” Dad gave me some look. “Do you really think a dog can really get in your pail and take out those nappies and play with them?” “But you were not even home when I did it,” I pointed out. “Your mother told me because she didn’t know how to get you to stop being mean to the animal so I told her you didn’t like him and to get rid of him and he would be better off in another home where he will be safe.” “Is that why you guys fought again?” “Yes, Natalie. Your mother is so attached to that dog she doesn’t even care about us but herself. We are going to say he ran away when I put him out at night for him to go and he took off when I had him in the front yard. Stick with that story. Dad put him out at night and he was in the front yard with him and he decided to run off.” “He was outside with Dad in the front yard at night and he took off running,” I repeated. “Yes, that,” said Dad. “He ran away because he is a dog and he didn’t have his license.” He drove home and we arrived home and all the lights were still off. Dad parked in the garage and we got out. I took my coat and shoes off in the laundry room. Dad took his stuff off and Skippy was still sleeping on the doggy bed by the laundry room door. Dad hit the button and the garage door closed. “Thank god it’s over,” said Dad. “Are you happy?” “Yes,” I said. Dad touched me and I looked at him and he gave me some positive look. He moved his mouth sideways and winked his left eye at me. We went upstairs and I changed my diaper and went back to bed. It was finally over. My old life was back.
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Post by Bad Beth on Oct 10, 2017 16:42:05 GMT
Chapter 22
I woke up in the morning when it was daylight. It was the last day of vacation and I felt very different. It was a good feeling and I also felt lighter. I could hear Mom whistling outside calling for Pissy. I wondered how she was going to react when she finds out he had “ran away.” I remembered the story in my head Dad wanted me to tell her. Dad took him outside in the front yard for him to go pee and he took off. I rehearsed it in my head. I could still hear Mom calling his name outside and then she went back inside. She called his name again. Then she came marching upstairs and my door burst open. I looked at her and Mom said “Where is Whimper?” “Dad took him outside for him to go potty and he took off,” I said. “I don’t believe you, where is he?” “Dad took him outside at night in the front yard for him to go and he ran off,” I said again. “Ask him.” “How do you know? Did you see him out there?” “He told me,” I said. “Told you?” Mom left and went in her room waking up Dad. “Where’s Whimper?” she shouted. Dad told her the same story. “Did you tell Natalie to say that?” Mom yelled. “No.” “Then how did she know you were outside with him?” “She saw me,” said Dad. “She said you told her.” “Yes I did, she wanted to know what I was doing out there so I told her he ran away when I took him outside to go." “Why did you take him to the front yard instead of to the backyard?” Mom cried. “I didn’t know he was going to take off, I am so sorry.” Mom started to cry. She will get over it. "How could you be so stupid?" Mom asked sobbing. "I didn't know he would do that because his home is here," Dad replied. "He is a male dog." "Maybe he will come back." "He doesn't even have a license. You knew Glen he has the tenancy to run off." "But he has never ran from our house, he would always come back after a car would pass by."
Mom mourned all morning of the loss of Pissy. She didn't even work in the living room but instead went looking for him instead. I was hoping she wouldn't find him. Dad cooked us some pancakes and I only had two to cut calories. "Dad, did you have anything to do with Pissy missing?" Matthew asked. "It was an accident, I only took him outside to go potty and he ran off," Dad replied. "But why did you leave in the car?" "I didn't." "But I heard the garage door opening and you being out of bed and you were not in bed when I looked and the car was gone." "I don't know." "I hate you," he yelled. "And you," he said to me. "What? I was in bed," I said. "I heard you up too," he shouted. Matthew ran upstairs and hid in his room. Kelly just gave us dirty looks. "He was ruining our life and making your sister go crazy and he was ruining our house," Dad protested. "All you care about is your own happiness," she said. "And your mother wasn't selfish for wanting to keep that dog and for not consulting us first?" Dad asked. "Matthew and I wanted that dog, he was a good puppy," Kelly yelled. "He was evil, he wouldn't quit targeting me," I shouted. "You always think everyone is out to get you, you have a big victim mode. Now Mom is out looking for him and if she never finds him, we might be low on money again," Kelly shouted at me. Pissy was still causing a havoc even with him gone. "You're a dumb blonde," I said to Kelly. "Hey," Dad shouted. Kelly also left and went in her room. "Was it a big mistake what we did?" I asked Dad. "No, this was for the best and I bet he has a new home right now." "But what if she finds him because they gave him back to her?" I asked. "Then it was worth a try." "I can't believe you got me into this," I said. "Hey, you hated that dog too and wanted him gone, didn't you?" Dad asked. "Yeah but I never want to be sucked into things that will get me into trouble and get the blame." "Well you could have said no and refused, do you always have to do everything people tell you to do?" "But you are the grown up here," I pointed out. "What if I told you to jump out the window, would you do it?" "Umm maybe if the window was low enough," I said. Dad just sighed. "This was a choice you also made, you didn't have to do it." I felt tricked. He was the adult and I did what I was told and if I didn't listen there would have been consequences. "I didn't know I had a choice." "You better start figuring this out because pretty soon you will be an adult so if your boss or neighbor tells you to do something and you get in trouble for it, they won't care if they told you to do it. They will still hold you accountable." I felt scared and I hated that I was getting closer to being an adult. I had less than three years of childhood before I am considered an adult. Kelly and Mattew stayed in their bedroom for the rest of the day and Dad had to turn some people away because Mom wasn't here. Dad put a note on the front door saying Family emergency, my wife will not be selling any of her artwork today, sorry for your inconvenience, Glen.
Mom did not come home at all and I wondered how long she would be gone for. Dad was worried how much gas she would be using and how far she would go to look for him. He even tried calling her but she didn't pick up her phone. I had a late lunch and walked Skippy for some exercise. When I got back Mom was home. She had Pissy with her. Oh no, he was back, my life was going to be bad again. "Sit," she said angrily pointing to the couch. Dad was sitting down too. I sat down next to him. "Both of you are unbelievable," she yelled. "I found him at someone's house ten miles from here where one of you dumped him off in their yard waking them up. You thought you could try and get rid of him just like that not even knowing I will just look for him knocking on every door? And you Glen, putting her up to this, you're the grown up here." "Are you going to leave me now that I did try getting rid of him?" Dad asked. "I got him back and you better not do this again," Mom pointed her finger at his face. "Sorry but he is staying." Dad groaned. My life was hell again. Mom was talking to Pissy again as she walked to the living room. "Natalie and Glen were both very naughty what they did to you," she said to him. "I am so glad to have you back." I heard her make kissing noises to him. "Hang in there, maybe he won't last through the year since he loves to run out the front door and run in the street," Dad told me. He got up and walked away. Pissy always does run outside whenever the front door opens and Mom has to call after him and he goes in the street but there aren't enough cars to hit him and they always slow down when they see him. I doubt he would ever get hit.
Mom woke me up the next day for the first day of school of the new year. She changed my diaper and got me dressed. I had breakfast and I brushed my teeth and played video games. When the van arrived, I got my stuff and I found Pissy out of his cage again so I grabbed him and was about to put him back in his cage but Mom told me to put him down. "I don't want him peeing in the house," I said. "Put him down now," Mom shouted. I squeezed him again because I was so mad and I dropped him. Mom sighed. I got my shoes and went out the front door and Pissy was running after me and Mom ordered me to not let him outside and I didn't try to stop him when he opened the door. He ran right outside in the front yard. "Natalie, I told you to not let him outside," Mom yelled. "You should have had him in his cage," I shouted back. I got in the van and Pissy was running around the yard in circles and when Sam started driving, Pissy ran after the van and stopped when we got far away enough from my house. "That dog is so retarded," said Gary. "Hey," said Sam. I laughed. "He won't stop peeing in the house," I said. I saw Mom run after him and she picked him up. "That's 'cause he is a puppy," said Brian. "He refuses to go outside because he goes right when he comes in the house," I said. "He might be a stupid dog," said Gary. "No he is evil because he loves going in the house," I said. "No such thing, he is just a dumb animal." "But he keeps going by my bedroom door," I said. "Is it a male dog?" "Yeah." "That's why, they mark their territory." "Why would he choose my door?" "How should I know?"
We picked up more kids and headed to school. When we got out, we got out of our van and headed to our first class. It felt kind of weird returning to school after two weeks. I stopped at the office first to drop off some my diapers in the nurse's office. Then I left and I heard Jason calling me. "Natalie, Natalie." He ran over to me and asked me what I was doing in the nurse's office. "Nothing," I said. "What do you see her for? Do you take any medication?" "Yes." "What for?" "I don't know. I am just on them for my brain so it will work normal." "Normies always want to fix us." "But one of the pills makes me less anxious and the other ones make my period lighter and I have less hot flashes and I don't get cramps anymore and I don't get upset as easily,” I said. “I am so glad I am not a girl, I missed you,” he said. “Now we can be boyfriend and girlfriend again.” “I didn’t know we were broken up,” I said. “We weren’t able to see each other. I don’t even have your phone number. That is what they do, they talk on the phone and go to each other's houses, we can only be boyfriend and girlfriend in school.” “I’ve been to your home,” I pointed out. “I know.” “Are you on any pills?” I asked. “No way. But my mom is.” “Why?” “She thinks they make her brain normal.” “Boyfriends and girlfriends also hug and kiss and make out,” I said. “And they have sex,” Jason added. “Wait, doesn’t your mother have mine?" I asked. “Or did she lose it?” “What?" he asked. "My phone number, doesn't she still have it?" I asked. "Oh." “I can give it to you again,” I said. Before I was about to open my backpack, the bell rang so I told Jason I would give it to him in Spanish. I went to English and sat down. When class started, we all turned in our homework from over the last two weeks and we did DOL and read a story out of a literature book. Then Ms. Larson reminded us about our book assignment being due next week. After class ended, I headed to Mr. Brooks for Math. I did my assignment and went on the computer and played Thinkin’ Things 2. I was playing with the art studio when I was told again I had to share the computer with Racheal-Ann. I sighed. “You need to work on your social skills,” said Mrs. Robinson. “That is learning to get along with people and building better relationships.” “I get along fine, I get along with the other kids in my class and Jason,” I said. “But you had troubles when you first started here and ever since we have been giving you support, you have been doing better.” “I can get along with people fine just as long as they are nice to me,” I argued. Racheal-Ann sat beside me again. I played my game and Mr. Brooks told me to be sure I let Racheal-Ann have a turn. I kept playing deciding I will only let her have a turn if she says anything or else it meant she didn’t want it. Then I felt myself farting and some poop came out. I stayed so I wouldn’t lose the computer. I had my odor pills so she wouldn’t be able to smell it. I would change after class and just say it just happened. I kept looking through sample artwork and music. “Natalie, let her have a turn,” said Mr. Brooks. “Do you want to play?” I asked Racheal-Ann. She didn’t answer. “I guess that is a no,” I said. “You didn’t even let her answer,” he said. “This is what we mean by working on your social skills,” said Mrs. Robinson. “So if no one shares with me, I guess they need to work on their social skills too,” I said. “I am so sick of being treated differently.” “No, we help students here build their skills so they can live an independent life. We tell you to share so that is what we expect from you so you can be able to hold a job and live on your own.” “Is she also working on her social skills?” I asked pointing at Racheal-Ann. “She is working on building trust and connecting to people,” said Mr. Brooks. “Everyone here has a different scale and yours is social skills and getting along with people,” said Mrs. Robinson. “I prefer to be alone,” I said. “That isn’t an option in this class.” Once upon a time I hated being alone and always wanted someone to play with, now I don’t mind being alone and it was something I had to learn. Why try and have friends if they are all boring? At least I have Jason and he likes video games like I do. Why can’t I find other kids like him? Allie is fine except she took my diapers and I got back at her with her punishment. “Natalie, come sit over here so I can talk to you,” said Mr. Brooks. I got up and Racheal-Ann took over the computer. I sat down at an empty table with him. Mr. Brooks was also sitting down. “This isn’t all about you,” he said. “This is also about Racheal-Ann because she also needs to work on her people skills. She needs to learn to connect with people and learn trust and you need to help her with that too so you aren’t just being connected with her to work on yourself, this is also so she can work on herself and she can’t do it by herself if she isn’t with anyone. So if you get along with her, it helps her build on trust and if you share, she also builds on it too and it also helps you too, you are both working together and maybe someday she will get to be in the other classes with the other kids so we are starting in here first.” I was so glad I was more normal than her because I had no problems being in other classes and I didn’t have trust issues and I could connect to people. I still need to try and get others to understand there is nothing wrong with my social skills and it’s just other kids who are mean to me and it’s not my fault. No one would get along with others if they are mean to them too or doing things that make them mad. I just need to find the right people who are nice and not mean and who listen. Racheal-Ann was very weird. Not only has she eaten Kleenex, I have seen her try and eat other weird things which is why they keep everything away from her and always watch her closely when she has pencil and paper or else she will also start eating the paper. Plus she barely speaks and it’s always in a quiet voice when she does say a word. I have also never seen her in the cafeteria. I don’t know what is wrong with her. “Racheal, no, don’t eat that,” said the other teachers. I looked up and there was Racheal chewing on her jacket. “Why does she eat everything, that is so weird,” I said. “She has Pica,” said Mr. Brooks. “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a form of an eating disorder. They eat things that are not food.” I didn’t understand. That didn’t even answer my question. Why does she do it? “But why does she do it?” I asked. “It’s a disorder,” Mrs. Robinson said again. “But why does she do it?” I asked again. “Because it’s a disorder and kids with it eat inedible things.” “But why does she do it?” I asked again. “Quit telling me the name of it and saying it’s a disorder because it doesn’t tell me why she does it, what is her reason for it?” “It’s because of the disorder,” Mr. Brooks replied. I gave up trying to ask. I couldn’t figure out how to ask it to get them to understand why exactly she does it. What is her reason behind it and what makes her want to do it. “I am going to the bathroom,” I said. “Okay, let me go with you,” said Mrs. Robinson. She followed me to the nurse’s office and I met up with Joann. “Natalie, what can I do for you?” she asked. “I need a change,” I said. I got one of my clean nappies out and wipes and rash cream. “Do you need my help with it or are you going to do it yourself?” Joann asked. I put my supplies on the bed and hopped on it and laid down. Joanne locked the door and she got out a disposable changing pad and put on some gloves. I took off my pants and my shoes and put them on the floor. Joann laid the pad down and I lied on top of it. She took my diaper off and cleaned me up. I kept my eyes closed and didn’t look at her. I started peeing but she soaked it up by using the pad and then she replaced it with a clean pad. She also put rash cream on down there and put a clean diaper under me and taped it in place. Then she threw everything away and removed the gloves and washed her hands. I put my stuff back on and put my supplies away and left the office. Mrs. Robinson was waiting for me.
When class ended, I went to Spanish with Mrs. Robinson and I met up with Jason. I told him about Racheal-Ann and what she was chewing on and Jason said, “She is very weird.” “Jason, that is not nice,” said Mrs. Zolt. “She isn’t even in here,” I said. “It doesn’t matter, it is not nice to talk behind someone’s back.” “Why does she eat things that isn’t food?” I asked Jason quietly. “I don’t know.” I showed Jason my new game I had in my coat pocket. “Where is your Game Boy?” he asked. “At home,” I said. “You should play it, it’s fun. You can come to my house and I will let you play it.” “It’s a Disney game and Disney is for kids.” “We are kids,” I pointed out. “No, we’re teenagers.” “Still a kid until we’re eighteen.” “A kid is someone who is twelve and under. We’re teenagers and adolescents.” “But we can’t even vote yet or even have a job or even smoke.” “You can’t gamble or buy alcohol until you’re twenty-one,” Jason pointed out. “We can’t even have sex yet,” I said. “We can with other teenagers.” “But we can’t with adults or they get charged with rape.” “You can when you turn seventeen.” Then class started and I went to my seat. Mrs. Zolt and Mrs. Robinson sat together in the back. I took out a piece of paper and finally wrote down my phone number and folded it. I would give it to him later when I get the chance. I was able to give it to him when we were all working. I got out of my seat and stuck it on his desk. “There’s my phone number,” I said. Jason picked it up and unfolded it. “Thanks,” he said. I went back to my seat and sat down. I love having a boyfriend.
I sat with him during lunch. We ate our food together and we talked about our obsessions. He talked about his own thing while I talked about James Bond and told him some blonde jokes I learned online. Now this is what I call normal. Jason was someone I got to be normal with because he lets me be normal and he isn’t hard to be with and he isn’t boring. He even makes me feel normal because I can talk to him and connect and I am talking to him like how other kids talk to their friends. After I got done eating, I told Jason I was going to wash my hands. I went into the restrooms and I was washing my hands when I heard a bunch of girls talking as they came in. They were way down there in the long corridor. “She eats dirt and dried up glue,” one of them said. “I hear she once was caught eating worms,” said the other girl. “Ew gross,” said someone else. “And they had to wash her mouth out.” “She is so creepy she never leaves that class.” “I heard her mother used to not feed her so she started eating other things.” “Did you see that Natalie is hanging out with her now.” “Oh that girl who smells funny and eats her boogers.” “She is weird too.” “She also goes to the nurse’s office. I saw her go in this morning.” “I wonder what she goes in there for?” “I wonder if she is retarded.” “Aren’t we all retarded?” "I think she is just slow." “I got kicked out of my school so this was the only school left for me.” “My parents put me here because my other school wouldn’t follow my educational plans.” “I bet Racheal-Ann is so retarded she can’t even speak and she never goes to any of the classes or even eat lunch with the rest of us.” “Is Natalie retarded?” “I hear she is good in Spanish.” “She is taking drama and already has other peoples lines memorized.” “And she is doing choir.” "That isn't something a retarded person would do. I think she is just pretending." “Jason does band.” “I wish I could go out with Jamie Akers.” “Too bad he is dating that bitch.” The girls were now talking about other people and no longer mentioned my name or Racheal-Ann’s or Jason’s. I left the restroom and they saw me. It was just four girls. “Natalie?” they said. “How much did you hear?” Caroline asked. “Everything, right when you walked in here and thank you for your lovely comments about me,” I said. They all had looks on their faces and I kept walking away and sat back down with Jason. “What took you so long,” he said. “I was too busy listening to a conversation,” I said. “My mom says it’s rude to listen to other peoples conversations.” “They were in the restroom,” I pointed out. “They were talking about me and they mentioned you and Racheal-Ann.” “What did they say?” “That you are in band and they said I am good in Spanish and I do drama and have already memorized other kids lines and I am in choir and they said Racheal-Ann is weird and her mom used to starve her and she once got caught eating worms.” “Ewwww.” “Too bad I am made to be with her,” I said. “Why?” “In math, they make me share the computer with her, they want to work on my social skills and they say it’s to also help her too.” “Normies always want to fix us,” said Jason. “Do you know who Jamie Akers is?” I asked. “He is a guy in the twelfth grade, he goes to a regular high school just to play football.” “Is his girlfriend really a bitch?” I asked. “I don’t know.” "They also wondered if we were retarded but then decided we were not but thought Racheal-Ann is and they think I am pretending." "Pretending you are retarded?" Jason asked. "Normies are so weird, they think we're retarded and then when they realize we aren't, they then think we are pretending to be." "Do you think I am retarded?" I asked. "No."
When Lunch ended, we went to our next class. I had fun in PE and I felt myself sweating from doing all the running and I felt like a little kid again. Then that class ended and I gave myself a little sponge bath and I went to choir next. We practiced our new music and I went to geography next and then Drama. We practiced our lines and parts. I was having a lot of with it. Not only do I need to know my own lines, I also needed to learn other kids' lines so I would know when to speak my line. The difference between plays and being in a movie is you can act out the whole scene without doing it over and over again and having it be shot from different angles taking a whole day to shoot a five minute scene. Then Mrs. Giland made an announcement. "Can I have everyone's attention please, we are now three months away from our play so we still need some volunteers to make the costumes and work on the set, if any of you are good artists, you can stay after school and work on it and also work on costumes and if you have any props, you can bring them in, here is a list of things we need," and she handed out papers to us. She kept on talking. "You can invite anyone to help, it can be your parent, another friend, family member, neighbor." I looked at it and saw the list of things they needed. They needed old fashioned books, old looking toys, vintage clothes, cane, old hats, antique furniture. I put the list in my binder.
When school was out, I was walking out to the car. I saw Allie again. I walked over to her. "Hey Allie," I said. "Hi," she said. "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah." "You sounded sad. Are you still wearing?" I pointed to my crotch. "No it finally ended this morning. My mom took it off of me and gave me a clean pair of underwear and told me it was all over now and said she hoped I learned my lesson and won't do it again." "You won't will you?" I asked. "I'll just take other ones and be more careful to not get caught." "But what if they also count theirs too and you get caught again?" "I am going to be more careful." Allie ran to her van. I was hoping she wouldn't touch my diapers again so I decided I would keep mine in my locker again and always count mine and tell her mother if one is missing again. I wondered why she liked them so much. I went to my van and got in. I took out my homework and looked at my Spanish words. I covered the English words and named all the Spanish words in English and then I did the same with the Spanish words and named the English words in Spanish. All the kids were then in the van and everyone was then starting to leave the parking lot. We listened to music. We dropped the other kids off and then it was my turn to be dropped off. Sam parked in front of my house and I got out of the van and closed the door. He backed out of my driveway as I went to the front door and Pissy ran outside and chased after the car. "Whimper!" Mom shouted after him. I took my shoes off and put them in the closet and hung my coat up. The house wasn't as clean because the floors needed to be swept and there were dishes in the sink and countertops and the table needed to be wiped and there were some toys sitting on the coffee table in the living room that belonged to Matthew and a piece of trash. I knew Dad was going to be upset when he sees this. Mom came back inside with Pissy. "Why didn't you try and stop him when he went outside Natalie?" Mom scolded. "I'm hoping he will take off and get hit by a car or get eaten by a coyote," I said. "Look, I know you don't like this dog but when he runs outside, please move your diapered ass and try and not let him outside, you got me?" Mom shouted. "Whatever, I just wish he would die," I said. I went upstairs to check my door and there was a wet spot again. I was really going to have to kill that dog and I better start being brave. But I was going to have to make a plan to get away with it so I will never get caught.
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Post by Bad Beth on Oct 14, 2017 17:35:59 GMT
Chapter 23
I thought about how to get away with killing Pissy. I could wait when no one is home and then drown him and then lay him down to make it look like he is sleeping but then how would I hide his wet fur? I could say I poured water on his head to wake him up. I could suffocate him in the middle of the night and then put him back in his cage. But what if I get caught? I was so scared but I also couldn't take it anymore with Pissy. Why was Mom doing this?
I turned the stove on and let it heat up. I took Pissy out of his cage and put his paw on the hot iron thing and he whimpered loudly from the pain. I did it with each paw and they all blistered from the burn. No one was home and it was just me alone.
I turned the hot water on in the kitchen sink and put him under it and he whimpered loudly in pain.
I opened my bedroom window and tossed him out like he was a ragged doll.
I took him into the bathroom and gave him a swirly.
The washer was going and I opened the top and put him in there for a swim. He got sucked down there by the spinner.
I put him in a yard with a bunch of big dogs to watch him get attacked.
I thought of more ways for The Abusing Adventures of Pissy. I couldn't stop thinking how to kill him and getting away with it. I was really wanting to do it and the feeling was getting stronger and stronger. I had to do it to make it all stop but if I did it, I would go to the mental hospital because that is where sick people go and they would say I am sick. These thoughts were stuck in my head all night.
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"Oh Natalie," I heard in my bed. I woke up and there was Pissy again. He was standing on two legs and holding one of my game cartridges with one of his front paws. He was spinning it around on his nail like it was a basketball. "You thought you could just get rid of me," he said grinning. He showed his teeth again as if he was being squeezed. Then he put the game towards his penis and peed on it and tossed it on the floor. Then he ripped the covers off my bed. "Stop it," I shouted. "He he he he," he said laughing. He then scratched the pole of my bed and started tearing books off my shelf. I ran after him but he ran from me ripping clothes out of my drawers and then he went to the closet and poked a hole in one of my diaper packs and I jumped on top of him. "Got you," I said. My bedroom door opened and there were Mom and Dad. "Natalie," said Mom. Dad saw the big mess in my room. "He did it," I said. "Natalie, I know you don't like this dog but do you really expect us to believe he ripped this room apart?" asked Mom. "But he really did and he was talking to me and he was standing on two legs," I cried. Pissy was no longer standing like a human and he was back to acting like a puppy again wandering around my bedroom in circles and he was back to being a tiny puppy again than a size of a human. "Natalie, enough of those stories, you are sounding crazy and you are not crazy," said Dad. "Clean this up," said Mom as she was taking the dog out of the room. "Look what he did," I pointed to the game on the floor. "Oh he is just a dog, let's keep the games put away shall you," said Dad. He left my bedroom and I sat here terrified. I had to kill him. I will even use the camera to prove it to them and I will try and take a movie of him and see what he says.
I got my Dad's camera in the morning from the den and I made sure it had film in it and the battery was charged. I then started to keep it with me to catch him acting different. Pissy always acted normal so I was not able to catch him in the act. I even slept with the camera in my room and had it hidden on my bed under clothes at the foot of my bed. I woke up to noise on my room and I saw Pissy in here chewing up my notebook. I reached for the camera but it was gone. “Looking for this?” Pissy asked. He held up the damaged camera and the tape from inside it was ruined. All the film had been pulled out if it and the camera was wet from his urine. He was back to being the size of an adult again. “Did you think you could outsmart me?” he said. “Even if you could film me, you wouldn’t be able to do it fast enough. I would just look like a normal dog and they would think you are just crazy.” He tossed the busted camera on the floor and he picked up my Mary Poppins script and took off with it. I ran after him and chased him all over the house. He then stood over the stove and had the flames turned on on the bottom right burner. He held my script over it. I marched after him but he held up his paw pointing his nail at me. “Uh uh uh, try and catch me, I burn your script and you fail the play.” But I had all my lines memorized and other kids too in my parts. I could get a new copy. Pissy put the script on top of the flames anyway and the script caught on fire. He laughed and I chased after him again and he ran off turning back into the size of a puppy. He went in the living room and knocked over Mom's artwork and her paint and they spilled over and paint got on the floor. He also knocked down her other artwork and he ran in the dining room and I was chasing him until I took the other direction around the table and caught him. I held him by the back of his neck. “Natalie wait, I was just playing,” he cried. “Playtime's over,” I said. I held him over the sink as I filled it with water. “Natalie, I'll be good,” Pissy cried. “But please don’t hurt me.” I didn’t believe him, he was dead now and I was going to end it for him. I was about to dip his head under water when the lights turned on. "What is going on down here?" Dad asked. “What on earth?” Mom asked. Mom and Dad were both up and they looked very sleepy. "What's with the mess?" Dad asked firmly. "What are you doing with that animal?" Mom shouted. She ran over to me and turned the water off and grabbed the dog from me. "You were trying to drown him, Glen, call the doctor, she needs to go to the hospital." "You're going to Seattle miss, get packed, you're too dangerous to be living here," Dad ordered. Mom was in the living room and she started screaming again. "Natalie!" "What's wrong Anita?" Dad asked. "Natalie destroyed my work and our carpet," she cried. “My work ruined, now I won’t be able to sell it.” Dad ran in there and started shouting at me. "This is it Natalia, you are leaving. You are not welcome in our home anymore so you're out of here." Dad went in the kitchen and was calling my doctor and I was crying. Mom packed my clothes for me and all my diapers and a few hours later, the medical car arrived and I was hauled out to the car and taken away and now the hospital was my new home. I lived in an empty bedroom being all bored and I didn't have any of my stuff and I wasn't allowed to shower every day or even have razors and living here sucked it was like being in prison. I even had to wear a gown and I didn't have my own clothes anymore and all our doors were kept locked at all times and I only had a bed and a table and a shelf and a bathroom. I was officially abandoned by my parents because they loved the dog more than me and didn't care about me anymore and the misery and pain I was in and my suffering. Meanwhile back at home, Pissy walked up the stairs grinning and he went in my old bedroom and climbed up on my bed and laid down. It was his room now and he got what he wanted, the whole time he wanted my bedroom and was pissing there to mark it so he could get it and get me out of there. He had won.
I woke up to my bedroom door opening and Mom pulling the covers off of me and turning on my lamp. I was so glad it was all a dream and Pissy had no ability to terrorize me like that. Mom picked out my clothes for me and changed my diaper again. She got me dressed and left. I was so tired because I didn't get enough sleep due to the thoughts in my head. I rested in bed. Kelly was already up. She left for school by the time I was finally able to get out of bed. I went downstairs and had my breakfast and Pissy was in his cage thank goodness. I decided to hold him when I was done eating to try and kill the evil inside him and maybe he will stop pissing in the house. I squeezed him and his teeth showed like he was grinning. In my dream he always does this smile and laughs as he shows this grin. I squeezed him harder and he whimpered loud. “Natalie,” Mom called from the living room. I loosened my grip and kept holding him and then I stuck him back in his cage and brushed my teeth and hair and played video games. “Natalie, the van is here,” Mom called. I turned my game off and the TV and got my things and headed out the door.
I saw Jason again in school and we both hung out again together. We sat close together and had our legs touching and we held hands but Mrs. Genzle made us break it up and made us move further apart because she didn’t allow couples in her session and said it wasn’t appropriate when Jason said we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I told Jason about Pissy and he told me “It’s just a puppy, they pee all over.” “No, listen to me,” I said. “He always holds it and he waits until he comes inside and then he goes right after he comes inside and he always uses my door because he can’t get in my room.” “He is only a puppy, he will stop when you train him.” “But he is refusing to get trained,” I pointed out. “We put him outside and he refuses to go outside because he prefers to pee in the house.” “It takes time for some to learn,” said Jason. Even he wasn’t believing me. “Some dogs are harder to be house trained but I remember when my Mom and I moved in with Peter, his dog, Kaplov, started peeing in the house again in our areas and you know what we did, we started to play with him and giving him lots of love and attention and taking him outside and it was like potty training all over again,” said Jason. “We just kept him crated until he was house broken again.” “My mom refuses to do that with our dog,” I said. “Maybe you can do it.” “No,” I said. That would be so boring; sitting there and not play my video games or be on the computer because I would have to watch him to be sure he wouldn’t pee in the house just because Mom refused to watch him and keep him outside or in his cage when she wasn’t watching him or playing with him. Besides I never asked for that dog. I was too afraid to tell Jason about The Abusing Adventures of Pissy. I was afraid he wouldn’t like them and would hate me for it and dump me.
In drama I decided to practice my acting skills on other kids. I took my anger I had about Pissy and started yelling at other kids pretending I was mad at them. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” I yelled to Lyndon in a British accent. I had an anger look on my face. “What? I’m just working on my costume here,” he said. “Really?” I said. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked. I started laughing. “It’s called acting, was I good?” “That was mean,” he said, “It’s called acting,” I said. “Natalie,” said Mrs. Giland. “What?” I said angrily. “Enough,” she said. “I know you like acting but that isn’t part of your role here, you are Katie Nanna and Client Number 2 and the bird lady. Save that acting for another role.” I stopped my acting. Half of the kids worked on their costumes while two other kids were drawing the set. I practiced my lines with other kids. Then soon it was time to clean up to go home. Mrs. Giland and reminded us again about props and volunteers.
I got my stuff out of my locker and went to the van. When I got home I decided to use Jason's advice to try and get rid of the evil behavior inside of Pissy. He was roaming around free again so I kept him on my lap. “Natalie, I am so glad you are trying to get along with him,” said Mom. “Jason said to house break a dog, you have to keep them in their cage until they learn to go outside because that is what they did with Peter’s dog when they moved in with him,” I said. “Is that so?” Mom asked. “Yes, when he and his mom moved in with Peter, his dog started peeing in their areas so he started to keep him locked up again and retrain him like he is being housebroken again.” “I am doing my best trying to housebreak him but you can help me out since you hate him peeing in the house so much and your father can help too.” I watched some TV with Pissy on my lap and I would squeeze him sometimes and his teeth showed and his penis kept sticking out. I kept imaging myself cutting it off. I wanted to use the same tools the people on South Park used to give Ike a bris. When I decided to play some video games again, I put Pissy outside so he can pee. He was squirming in my arms and trying to get away so I figured maybe he needed to pee. I waited for him to go and he wandered around the yard whimpering. I folded my arms and waited. He kept whimpering desperately. I imagined this being The Abusing Adventures of Pissy. He really had to go but he wanted to go inside and I wasn’t allowing him back inside so he was forcing himself to hold it.
Pissy really had to go so he tried to get out of Natalie’s arms but she wouldn’t let him go. She kept a hold of him and he held it because her door was his special spot for his toilet. Then she got done watching TV and she put him outside instead.
Pissy ran around the yard desperately trying to hold it but Natalie would not let him back in the house until he peed.
He whimpered and whimpered but Natalie just stood there with her arms folded.
Pissy ran and whimpered when pee finally started coming out. I clapped and shouted “Yay, good doggy for going potty outside.” The pee he did was a very long one and then he was done and I picked him up and gave him kisses telling him what a good boy he is for peeing outside and that is where he pees, not by my bedroom door or even in my room or anywhere else in the house. I went inside and shouted “Mom, guess what, he peed outside because he couldn’t hold it anymore and I kept him out there until he peed. That is all you gotta do, keep him out there until he can’t hold it anymore and then he will be forced to go outside.” “Natalie, I am too busy to stay out there with him,” said Mom.
The house was a mess again and last night Kelly and I rushed around cleaning the place before Dad got back because we didn’t want to listen to his yelling and him being upset about the whole house being dirty. Dad did come home and complained because it wasn’t perfect.
Mom was too busy cooking and she couldn’t even bother to clean while cooking. I walked Skippy and he took off again and I figured he went to see his “girlfriend” so I just headed home. I tried to keep him from running off but he was too strong for me and I would have been pulled if I didn’t let go. Pissy was out of his cage again so I put him in there and pulled the cage into the den and Mom saw me dragging it across the family room. “Why are you moving that?” “So I can watch him and try and housebreak him and I want to play video games,” I replied. “Keep him out of there, you can watch him in the den.” “I don’t want him wrecking anything.” Mom then had to go get Dad so I kept Pissy in his cage while I did some cleaning and Kelly helped out again. I got the floors while she got the counter tops and Matthew refused to help us. We were still cleaning when Mom and Dad got back. “Hey this house is a mess again,” he shouted. “We’re cleaning it,” I said. Dad inspected the house and yelled about the laundry not being done and the rugs not being vacuumed and the sinks not being cleaned or the toilets and ordered we would all be cleaning after dinner. We all ate and then we all went to cleaning. Mom did the dishes while I had to clean the toilets and the sinks and Kelly vacuumed. Matthew only had to wash the table.
No one said anything about Skippy being gone because we all knew he was at that house and he would be back. I showered before bed and got changed into a clean diaper. Pissy was in his cage all evening long. Dad was watching TV in the family room drinking out of a pop can. “Dad, it’s a new month, you owe me another video game,” I said. “Shh shh not so loud,” he said. “Yeah I know but I don’t drive anymore so you are going to have to wait when we are at the store again or I can stop at an ATM tomorrow and give you cash for the game, which game did you want to get?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I would have to see what games they have.” “How much do they cost” “It depends; the Nintendo 64 games are forty nine ninety nine and the Game Boy games are twenty nine ninety nine and some Nintendo 64 games are thirty nine ninety nine and some Game Boy games are nineteen ninety nine.” “I’ll give you fifty bucks,” said Dad. “The deal was I get you a Nintendo 64 game.” “Okay,” I said. “Hey Dad guess what,” I said. “I had Pissy outside I mean Whimper.” “I don’t care if you call him that,” Dad interrupted. “And he was refusing to go potty outside again but I kept him out there until he went. He kept holding it and holding it and he was whimpering and struggling and then he had an accident in the grass. I kept holding him when he was in the house and I never let him run loose and then I stuck him outside so he can go pee and he refused so I kept him out there until he peed.” “You can do that can you?” Dad asked. “If that keeps him from peeing inside, go for it, but do not let him run loose and never let go of him, you got me?” “Yes,” I said. “But I have to when I go to school.” “He won’t last through the year because your Mum won’t keep him in his cage and he will always run outside every time the door opens.” I still had doubts he would die. People are always stopping if someone comes in their way even if they zoom down our block but other kids are always driving fast on our block to get to school. I don’t drive yet but I want to. Then my mom wouldn’t have to take me everywhere anymore and it would be easier for her. Dad left the room with his pop can. I played more video games before bed and I was working on trying to collect all the crystal shards in the game. Matthew had figured out for me that your color abilities had to match the color you see on screen to break it open where the shard is hidden so I was doing that and now I was stuck on some shards. I couldn’t find the shard on that volcano level or find one in the last level before the final boss or how to even get the middle one in the spaceship level. I figured they had to be hidden somewhere and I couldn't figure out how to get one of the crystal shards that was too high up for me. Now I needed the last four. I knew I would have to consult the player's guide. I turned the game off and played Mario Party 2 again. I couldn’t wait to go to the mall next time or to Fred Meyer and look for the player’s guide.
Pissy was left in his cage all night and he had to pee so he held it until he was let out again.
Morning came and no one came downstairs to let him out. His bladder was getting fuller and fuller and then it felt like it was going to burst.
He started to whimper from the pain. He refused to relax his muscles because he always wanted to do it outside his cage in the house.
Then he saw Natalie was up and he whimpered to her but she ignored him and watched him suffer.
Pissy just whimpered hysterically and then he started to have an accident. He could no longer hold it so his bladder released and he got pee inside his cage. He whimpered for not being able to pee outside it. He moved to the other end of the cage.
Skippy did come home because he was outside barking so we let him in. “I hope the coyotes won’t get him,” I said. “They won’t, they only eat small animals but they would sure eat Whimpy,” said Dad. “Luckily,” he added quietly. Even Dad wanted him dead. I was not alone. Mom had Pissy outside for the final time before going to bed. He still didn’t go and she stuck him in his cage. He whimpered and she took him out again and took him upstairs. “Anita, no I do not want him upstairs,” said Dad. “He’s lonely and wants to be cuddled,” said Mom. “Did he pee outside?” “No.” “Then he can’t be out of his cage until he takes a piss.” “I’ll take him outside later.” “No, I do not want him out of his cage, I do not want him in our room and have him go peeing,” said Dad. Then he took the dog from her. “I will try and make him go outside. Natalie says to just leave him out there until he pees and he will eventually not hold it anymore.” “That is so cruel, he will get a bladder infection,” said Mom. “I will not have him pee in our house and he is not to run around until he is housebroken,” Dad shouted. They both argued and then Dad were shouting about Pissy. Then Dad just stormed outside with the dog and Mom and him fought outside too. I bet that drew attention from our neighbors. Pissy was sure causing a havoc. Then I could hear our next door neighbor behind us saying over the fence to Mom and Dad. “Hey you are keeping the whole neighborhood up, quiet down or I will call the police for noise disturbance.” Mom and Dad stopped yelling outside. I wrote in my diary again.
1/9/01
Dad and I tried to get rid of Pissy by leaving him out in the field so I threw him in someone’s yard so he wouldn’t follow me. But Mom went looking for him the next day and found him and brought him home and he is still causing trouble. Mom and Dad are fighting about him again because Mom wants him out of his cage and in their room and dad doesn’t want him in there and not want him outside his cage unless he is house trained. Pissy really does refuse to go outside because he will hold it and I made him stay outside until he couldn’t hold it anymore and I cheered and gave him hugs and kisses to show him that is what you are supposed to do. But he refused to go outside again, that dog is evil and there is something wrong with him. What kind of dog refuses to go outside? Why would he rather pee in the house and why my door or my bedroom? I really want to kill this animal but I am afraid to.
I then realized I just made a big mistake so I erased the last part. If I do kill him, I must not leave any evidence so I scribbled that part where I erased and erased it again to hide the words and wrote something else. Rule of thumb, if you plan on committing a murder or a crime, never ever write it down anywhere or even talk about it to anyone. Only dumb people make that mistake.
I really hate that dog and wish a coyote would eat him or get lost.
Now I must not let that dog outside and try and get him eaten by a coyote. I erased it again and thought of writing something else.
I really hate that dog. I wish my mom would just get rid of him and care about us than herself.
I felt much better with that sentence, no way would they be able to say I committed the crime if I do kill him. I thought about just suffocating him but what if someone heard me up? I cannot sneak out of the house at night and throw him in front of the car because that will get me caught nor can I just throw him in the river because what if someone sees me? I also just can’t leave him in the forest at night because what if someone hears me? I had to keep all these thoughts in my head and never mention them or else people will know I have killed him if I do do it. I just wished someone else would kill him for me. Then a light bulb went off in my head. All I had to do was find someone to kill the dog for me and I would be somewhere else. But how do people hire someone to kill and how do they know that person won’t turn them into the police? Why would anyone want to risk telling anyone about it when hiring someone to kill someone for them and I could give them all my Christmas money to just take him and I wouldn’t care what they do with it. It could be done in the day time and I would have to figure out a way to be sneaky about it. No that wouldn’t work because Mom is always home and I could get caught being up in the middle of the night and everyone would know I had something to do with Pissy’s disappearance. I had no idea how people hired someone to kill someone for them and they always get caught.
I fantasized about one of the mean kids deciding to hurt Pissy so I give him all my money and he does what he does to Pissy and even killing him. But then I was worried his disappearance would still be blamed on me. “I am not letting go of this dog until he pees,” Dad shouted in the kitchen. “You and Natalie are both very childish,” Mom screamed. “She is a child,” Dad shouted. “First you both try and abandon him and now you are both going to try and give him a urinary tract infection,” Mom yelled. “And who’s fault would that be?” Dad shouted. I heard more screaming and I went downstairs and I saw Dad dropping Pissy just to restrain Mom. I chased after Pissy and he ran from me and then he hid. I saw him lifting his leg up behind the kitchen counter right by the fridge but he saw me and ran off again before he could even pee and I finally caught him and squeezed him hard and tossed him outside in the backyard through the laundry room. I turned on the censor light and Pissy just stood on the cement. I was not going to let him back inside until he peed. “If this dog is causing so much dysfunction in the household, then maybe we should give him to another family,” said Kelly. “Yes,” said Dad. ‘No,” mom cried. “I am so tired of all the screaming and Natalie having her tantrums and I can’t even do my homework anymore with this racket,” said Kelly. “If your Mum would keep him in the cage and only let him outside when he pees and keep him in the cage when no one is watching him, this wouldn’t be a problem,” said Dad. I watched Pissy outside and he was trying to hold it again. I just stood here I am not sure for how long. Kelly saw me and asked what I was doing. “Watching Piss I mean Whimper outside to make sure he goes,” I replied. “Why are you and Dad so worried about pee? You can just clean it up you know.” “It’s not the same as human pee and it’s hard to clean it up,” I said. “It smells so bad and makes everything smell. Human urine does not.” Dad kept a hold of Mom and Matthew came downstairs. I refused to let Pissy back inside until he took a wizz. Then I gave up and took him back inside and locked him in his cage. “I am getting rid of that dog and I don’t care if you leave,” said Dad. “I am so tired of your selfishness and all your drama.” “No Dad,” Matthew cried. “Yes,” Dad shouted. “Yes Dad let’s give him to another family and maybe they can train him because I can’t even study anymore or do my homework with this commotion,” said Kelly. “You hear that Anita, it’s even affecting our youngest daughter because it’s affecting her school work. She can’t concentrate with all the tantrums and Natalie’s anxiety,” Dad shouted. I guess Mom and Dad were going to separate and get a divorce. This was feeling like a dream.
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Post by Bad Beth on Oct 16, 2017 2:20:34 GMT
Chapter 24
The night was real rough because everyone had troubles sleeping because of Pissy and Mom’s stubbornness. Dad was cranky the next day and I was tired due to not getting enough sleep and even Kelly was tired she complained about Mom being too stubborn to even let the dog be crated and only be taken outside and that is what her friends are suggesting how you train an animal to go outside. You limit their freedom and once they succeed going outside, you keep expanding their freedom until they go outside successfully. But Mom was still too stubborn to listen and thought it was too cruel to do that to an animal like they are in prison when they had done nothing wrong. “You don’t leave a small running around by themselves or even leave them outside until they learn to stay in the yard or even stay within your limits and know how to stay out of the streets and not get hit by cars,” said Kelly. “Actually I let you both explore,” said Mom. “Yeah and I stabbed myself in the leg and I was on the roof and I wandered outside and nearly drowned in the creek one time,” I said. “Plus I was nearly choked to death by an autistic child. How great was that at parenting? All those things could have been avoided if you were actually watching me than being so absorbed in your hobby. I am surprised I am even still alive.” Mom didn’t say anything and she had some look on her face like I had said something wrong. “What?” I asked. “You need to keep your mouth shut,” she said. “She is right Mom,” Kelly said to her. “So I am a bad mother now just because I didn’t keep my children locked up.” “You kept me locked in my room,” I pointed out. “I had to protect your brother and sister,” Mom shouted. “Kids need supervision,” said Kelly. “I know this already in seventh grade.” I was mad at Mom and I was giving her the silent treatment for her selfishness until now. Kelly was also suffering because of the dog and Mom still didn’t care. If only she would keep him crated and take him outside to go and keep bringing him inside and back in the cage again when he can’t be watched. Pissy was roaming around the family room and walking around in the nook area. Mom left the room and I figured we had won and showed her. “She is really mad,” said Kelly. “Good job for nailing her.” I finished my breakfast and stuck Pissy back in his cage and brushed my teeth and hair and Kelly left for school already. I took Pissy out of his cage again and kept him with me and held him on my lap while I played video games. I did not trust that animal and I was not going to let him roam around until he pees outside. Then I stuck him outside and shut the door. When the van came, I got my stuff and ran out to the car. I remembered I had left Pissy in the yard but I didn’t care. When I got to school I told Jason my parents might divorce now. “Really? Why?” he asked. I told him about the fight they had last night and how my little sister now wants to get rid of the dog because of her homework is suffering. “I can’t believe a couple would divorce over a dog,” said Jason. “Mom is being so selfish she doesn’t care about my stress and Kelly’s school work or her grades and she won’t keep him in his cage and she thinks it’s so cruel to keep him outside until he goes because she is so worried about his bladder getting affected from holding it for too long.” “He holds it?” Jason asked. “Yes,” I said. “I told you there is something wrong with that dog, he is so stubborn.” “Don’t you put him outside?” “Yes but he holds it out there too until he is in the house,” I said. "Maybe he is just confused," said Jason. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Maybe he is dumb so he is confused." "What would he be confused about?" "About where to go to the bathroom. Is he a small breed?" "Yes." "That's why, the smaller the breed is, the dumber they are and most little breeds have potty issues because of their lack of intelligence. Bigger dogs are easier to train because they’re smarter." "Was Kaplov a small dog or a big dog?" I asked. "Small and he was stupid, he was a bulldog type and ugly." "Did he wreck any of your stuff?" "No but he peed in our rooms so we kept our doors closed and he stopped doing it and started going elsewhere in the house and then Peter crated him until he learned to stop. Small animals are so dumb they regress. Eventually they figure it out unless you give up. That is why houses with a small dog always reek of dog urine.” I wondered where my Mom was going to go after she and my Dad separate. “My mom and I are going skiing this weekend and we were wondering if you would like to come along?" Jason asked. "Really?" I asked. "Have you skied before?" "Few times," I said. "I haven't done it since I was thirteen." "Are you any good?" "I just go downhill," I said. "I can't jump over slopes or anything or do any ski jumps or go downhill very fast, too scary." "Can you come?" "I'll think about it," I said. Then the bell rang and I had to go to my first class. I felt nervous. How would I go with him not finding out about my diapers and how will I dispose them? How will I even hide them? How will I explain my bag? It has always been a pain to go all the way to the bottom of the mountain and get my backpack out of the locker and go all the way out to the car and take everything off just to get my diaper changed and what if I leaked? How would I explain my extra clothes? I decided I shouldn't go because of my diapers. I told Jason at lunch I didn't want to come and he asked me why. "I just don't want to come," I said. "They have easy hills," he said. "I just don't feel like skiing," I said. We ate and I thought about Pissy again and Mom’s selfishness and how my parents were going to separate. I wondered if Mom was going to be gone by the time I got back, then how would Dad get to work. I wondered how he was going to get rid of Whimper. Maybe put an ad in the paper and sell him or give him away or maybe give him to a neighbor. Then I worried he was going to be given back because of his stubbornness to go outside. This felt like a horror movie because it was like he is impossible to get rid of because he will just keep coming back. I really had to kill him.
I came home after school and Mom didn’t speak to me. I didn’t care. I hated her right now and she had changed and was not the mother anymore I had. I still held onto Pissy and not let him have his freedom. I even took him outside just to torture him to go by making him stay out there until he went potty. I even left him out there by himself and when he came inside again, I just held him. Soon the phone rang and Mom answered it. Then she called me in the kitchen after a few moments. Finally she was speaking to me again. I was wondering how long this would last. “Jen wants to talk to you,” she handed me the phone. “Hello?” “Natalie, this Jen, Jason told me you didn’t want to go skiing, can you tell me why?” “I don’t want him knowing about my medical issue.” “We can still work something out so he won’t know.” “He is going to wonder why I have my bag with me and why I must use the bathroom at the bottom of the hill and why the change of clothes.” “We can both bring our bags too with a change of clothes so he won’t notice a thing and you can always go back to the lodge and decide to use the bathroom and you just felt it when you got in there to take a break,” Jen suggested. I liked her idea but I still felt nervous. “He is going to find out soon or later,” said Mom. “You can’t hide it forever if you are intending on having a relationship with him.” “What if he dumps me for it?” I asked. “Then at least you wouldn’t waste your time with the wrong person.” “She is right Natalie,” said Jen. “You will be dating other guys in the future and you can’t always hide it from them and the more you hide it, the more suspicious you will look and they will think you don’t like them or that they can’t trust you.” “What if he tells the whole school?” I asked. “Then I will deal with it,” said Jen. “I haven’t told him yet because it’s your personal business and only you have the right to share it and I won’t without your permission. Just rethink about if you want to come or not. You can put your mother back on.” I handed Mom the phone again and she took it and I sat back down with Pissy. I overheard Mom talking and then she was saying I can go and I will. I got nervous again. I bet Mom was doing this to humiliate me as a punishment. First the silent treatment and now this. I hated her more. My whole life she has always embarrassed me with my diapers by changing me in public restrooms and telling me no one is going to see me again and also changing me in the back seat of the car saying no one is going to see me again and also saying to me out loud if I pooped or peed or if I needed a new diaper. I had to get over all that and now it felt all normal and she does try to not embarrass me about it in public and she has always made me just go out and do things and refusing to let me restrict myself because of diapers. Still made me go to school, still took me swimming, still went on trips, and now she was making me go skiing with my boyfriend. Then Mom got off the phone. “They will come pick you up on Saturday morning,” she said. “I hate you,” I said. “You will thank me later,” was all she said. Then she was back to giving me the silent treatment again and she didn’t even call me to dinner so Dad had to come get me to tell me. “What did you do to your mother to make her not talk to you?” he asked. “I told her how she let me roam free as a toddler and how I did dangerous things and nearly died by our old autistic neighbor and she has been mad at me since,” I replied. “I see. What happened?” “We were fighting about Pissy again and she told us how she will not keep him locked up and she didn’t keep us locked up when we were little and I told her that stuff.” “Natalie, she is only mad because you showed her up, you nailed it in the head and you proved her wrong so she is mad at you she will get over it.” “What does head have to do with it?” I asked. “It’s a figure of speech sweetie, it means you said the right thing.” “Why would she be mad at me for being right?” “Because you proved her wrong, you defied her logic and you don’t leave babies unattended, it’s the same with puppies too. You did nothing wrong,” Dad reassured me. “See you’re a smart girl.” I went to the table and served my own food and started eating. Pissy was in his cage again. I wondered when he was going to be gone again.
I couldn’t stop feeling so proud for saying the smart thing to my mother and it was worth being ignored. She woke me up without saying anything to me and she even tossed my clothes at me and walked out of the room than getting me dressed. I was forced to get myself dressed and Kelly had just finished having her breakfast. Pissy was roaming around the main floor so I put him in his cage. “Mom is still giving me the silent treatment,” I told Kelly. “Welcome to my world,” was all she said. I held Pissy again while waiting for the van and I stuck him in his cage when it arrived. I got to school and told Jason about my mother’s silent treatment. “She is acting like a normie,” he said. “How is that being a normie?” I asked. “Normies get mad when you are right and they don’t like being corrected,” Jason explained. “I just wish she would stop being so selfish and my Dad is getting rid of the dog and Mom is pissed about it.” “I am so glad you are coming with us.” “Mom is making me go, that is her punishment for what I said to her.” “That isn’t a punishment, she is so dumb if she thinks she is punishing you,” said Jason. “She knew I didn’t want to go so she decided I should go,” I explained. “You will have fun so it won’t be a punishment,” said Jason. “Yeah she is a dumb blonde,” I said. Then it was time for me to go to my first class. “Natalie, I am so happy you are coming with us,” said Mrs. Larson. “Don’t worry, you will have fun and everything will be fine. Just bring what you need.” I felt so nervous about going skiing with Jason and him finding out about my diapers and how I was going to hide it? Even Dad thought I should go so he was siding with Mom about it because he told me last night he thinks it’s best I do go and it would give me a break from Pissy and he will make sure he won’t wizz in the house again because he will be watching him and holding him and never let him free unless he is outside rather Mom likes it or not. Jason asked me at lunch if my Mom had moved out yet. “No,” I said. “But aren’t they getting separated?’ “I guess so but she hasn’t moved out yet and Dad hasn’t gotten rid of the dog yet. This feels like a horror movie.” “How so?” Jason asked. “You know in movies how sometimes dolls or creatures do evil things and no one ever believes the person and sometimes when you try to kill the enemy, they are impossible to kill and they keep coming back. My dad and I have tried getting rid of Pissy but he comes back. Plus he has had many other homes before and he would always be sent back so they finally raffled him off and my Mom won him and I am afraid when Dad gets rid of him, he will be back.” “You have a wild imagination,” said Jason. “No, this is real,” I said. “There is something weird about that dog.” “I told you, he is just maybe confused and small dogs are hard to train, Peter’s dog started peeing in the house again when we moved in so he had to go back to like it was when he was a puppy. Your mom is just being a bad dog owner. It’s her fault, not the dog’s.” “But he really did keep being sent back by other owners,” I pointed out. “And did you even ask why? Maybe none of the families were right for him, maybe they couldn’t fit their lifestyle with his, maybe they had a kid who was allergic, maybe he wasn’t the right dog or maybe they just wanted an easy dog to train. Relax, I am sure that dog is normal and it’s just your mother that is the problem. If you don’t believe me, consult an animal expert.” “Where would I find one?” I asked. “Phonebook, look under dog training and call one of the numbers.” I was even madder at Mom for her selfishness. Maybe I should kill her but then I would get tried as an adult and be in prison for the rest of my life, I just needed to kill Pissy instead.
I arrived home after school and I saw Pissy was roaming around the house again so I held him again. Mom still didn’t speak to me. “How are you taking Mom’s silent treatment?” Kelly asked me. “I don’t care,” I said. “Really?” “Yes, I don’t care, I don’t need her company,” I said. “You seriously don’t care?” Kelly asked. “Why?” I asked. “This isn’t hurting your feelings?” “Why would it?” “Because it always hurts mine.” “Because of the way you treat her but this time Mom is just being very selfish and is mad at me for being right so why do I even care if she doesn’t talk to me?” I said. “She is just being a dumb blonde.” “I was hoping you would finally understand how it makes me feel but no wonder you don’t understand because you don’t care if someone doesn’t talk to you because you think you are always right,” said Kelly. “No I do not, I don’t even know how hot Uranus is or how many people live in England.” “You’re so literal. I meant anything you believe you think is right.” Then Kelly went to her room. But I was right, what was Kelly talking about? Even she told me I was right and so did Dad. I just did my normal evening while Mom worked on her drawings again and a couple people stopped by. She was too busy to even tell me to let go of Pissy or to bring him back inside.
I woke up on Friday and I knew tomorrow was going to be the end of my life. Okay, not literally. Jason was going to be finding out about my diapers and he could tell the whole school about it and I will be back to being abnormal again. For once I was finally normal because I was getting along with people, kids were leaving me alone thanks to Mrs. Robinson being with me, I had a boyfriend like a normal teenager, I could finally do school work like everyone else and lot of kids needed help with their school work just like me so I didn’t feel bad about it anymore because it was normal now, I am also at the top of the Spanish class and kids are impressed I have other lines memorized for our play. I can also do English by myself and even do a book project without any struggle and I understood what was going on in the book. I turned my assignment in after it was finished and Mrs. Larson thanked me and she liked the photos I had printed from the internet but I told her Mrs. Robinson had found them for me and Mrs. Larson said that was okay and everyone gets help sometimes with their school work and even she needed help. Don’t think she didn’t have help with any acting when she was on the set or auditioning. “Why did you stop?” I asked. “Acting? It was too much and I felt it was time to move on. That was all in the 1980’s before I even had Jason. Besides I am enjoying life without having to be someone else and not having to be around on the set for fifteen hours or more. I can just go home at the end of the day. Why did you stop?” “It was only one movie,” I said. “But why didn’t you do it again?” “It was too hard and very boring and I didn’t like it,” I said. “Same reason why I quit, I just didn’t like the long hours and the conflicts on the set and people trying to get noticed on camera so they do silly things to get attention and the movie director always having to yell cut and then we would have to do it all over again which could take another five hours before shooting again. After getting a heat stroke and nearly passing out, I decided it was time to retire.” “You’re supposed to drink plenty of water when it’s hot out,” I said. “You can’t if you’re shooting,” said Mrs. Larson. “Couldn’t you do it when they weren’t shooting?” I asked. “I decided it was time to retire after that film.”
Jason and I sat together at lunch and we talked about our obsessions. It felt so nice to talk to someone like a normal person without being bored with their conversation. “Sometimes normies come in handy,” said Jason. “Why?” I asked. “If it weren’t for them being so pushy to making us be social, you wouldn’t be going skiing with us.” “I guess un normies can be normies,” I said.
At one o clock, I had to leave during PE just to see a therapist privately for the very first time that had been arranged. I went to the office and walked in and there was Dr. Harding, the other school psychologist with a PH. D. He looked not too old, not like an old man and he didn’t look young either. He wore glasses and had brown hair and his skin color was white like mine. He was wearing a business suit, a striped men’s white blouse and gray business pants and he wore a black tie. I had seen him around before but never talked to him other than being introduced to him once. I sat down in a chair feeling nervous. “Hello Natalie,” he said. He was also sitting in the chair and had paper with him and a clipboard and a pencil. “Hi,” I said. “How are you feeling?” “Fine,” I said. I looked around the room and played with my fingers. “Are you nervous?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “Tell me about your day.” “I turned in my book project this morning, I had to share the computer with Racheal-Ann again…” I told him about my day and he interrupted me saying “I see it’s been a good day. Good. Now tell me about your family.” “I have a Mom and Dad who are about to separate now because of the new dog and I have an older brother who is in college and he lives with his girlfriend and they have an apartment together and he wants to be a game designer. My little sister is in seventh grade and my little brother is in the fourth grade. We have a Yellow Lab and two cats.” “Tell me about your new dog?” “He won’t go potty outside because he refuses to house train so my dad wants to get rid of him now and Mom doesn’t want to so he told her she would have to leave him then.” “How do your parents get along?” “They fight off and on.” “How do you feel about them fighting?” “I don’t know,” I said. “What do you wish about your family?” “I wish my mom would stop being so selfish and go back to being normal again and just get rid of the new dog. I wish my Dad could drive again and still had his car. I wish he didn’t have to pay all those fines and being suspended from driving.” Dr. Harding asked me more questions about my family and soon the session ended. “That is all the time we have for today,” he said. “I will see you again this day next week at one again.” I got up and left his office. That wasn’t so bad.
When I got home from school, Mom was nowhere to be seen. She must be avoiding me because she is still mad at me for being right. I didn’t care. I was mad at her too and can take care of myself. Kelly was in the kitchen staring down at the counter. “Where’s Mom?” I asked. “Natalie, I have something to tell you,” said Kelly. Her voices sounded like something bad had happened. I was confused. She waved her finger at me signaling me to come to her. “What is it?” I asked as I walked towards her. “Whimper was hit by our school bus this afternoon,” she said quietly. “Really?” I asked. She nodded, her mouth was opened. “Did he die?” She nodded again. “Are you serious?” I asked. She nodded again, her mouth still opened. “I am Natalie, I got off the bus and I came home and Mom had him out of his cage running around and I opened the front door and I didn’t know he was sitting right there on the other side so he came bolting outside and the bus was coming and he got near it and ran under it. Our bus driver didn’t know where he was so the wheel hit him. The tires didn’t go over him but she felt the thump and stopped and got off and there he was on the ground trying to get up. She was apologizing saying she didn’t know where he was and couldn’t see him so she figured he got out of the way. Mom came outside and she picked him off the ground and he died by the time she found something to put him in.” “Was Mom mad at her?” I asked. “No, it was an accident and I wasn’t expecting him to be by the door and he ran outside before I could stop him and Mom knows that.” “How did Sammie feel?” I asked. “She was very sorry.” “Stop talking about him,” Matthew cried from the family room couch. “She has a right to know,” Kelly said and then she said to me, “He’s very upset too about him dying.” “How come I am not upset?” I asked. “Maybe because you didn’t like him very much.” I started to feel upset with myself for not being upset about it. “My god, I don’t feel bad about it, I am a horrible person and so selfish.” “Don’t worry, I don’t feel sad that much either,” said Kelly. “Really?” I asked. “Why?” I was shocked. She loved that dog and didn’t want to get rid of him. “Because I was starting to not like that dog because of my homework and not being able to concentrate and Mom’s refusal to properly train him and how much trouble he was casing.” I was shocked that Kelly didn’t like him that much either anymore. I felt relieved and happy with myself. I was normal, there was nothing wrong with how I felt. I felt very different inside and like I was floating. I was free, it was all over, it was truly over. This was going to be my special day now, January twelfth every year. The day my misery ended with his death. Dad had been right all along. I couldn’t wait to tell him the wonderful news. “Natalie, one more thing you should do,” said Kelly. “Don’t say anything about his death to Mom or to your brother and don’t say anything about it around them.” “Where is he now?” I asked. “In doggy heaven but I know what you mean, Mom put him in a box and he is outside now on the patio.” I got my shoes back on and went outside looking for the box. Mom had put it right by the house under the window and I opened it and there was his body, he looked like he was sleeping. I touched it and his body felt a little stiff like it was stuffed. “He looks like he is sleeping,” said Kelly. “That is a good thing about it.” “Why?” I asked. “Because he could have been squashed or been cut open and there being blood but instead he looks like he is just sleeping and having no sign of any injury and that is a good thing.” “I wonder how he died without getting run over?” I asked. “I think the insides got crushed because the wheel hit him pretty hard,” said Kelly. “Or he might have hit his head pretty hard on the ground and got a severe head injury and died from the bleeding. He did whimper pretty loudly.” This was another The Abusing Adventures of Pissy but this time he didn’t come back to life. “Now we can all go back to normal now,” said Kelly. “It might take Mom awhile though but that is better than this.” We closed the box back up and went inside. I did my day as normal and I didn’t say anything to Mom about Pissy’s death. She made quick dinner and got Dad. When he came home, he noticed Pissy wasn’t around so he asked where he went or if Mom finally decided to get rid of him. Mom shook her head and said, “he was hit by the bus when Kelly came home. She didn’t know he was by the door and I didn’t know.” Mom was sad and had tears in her eyes and cried. Dad hugged her and rubbed her back. “That is a shame, I am so sorry that happened,” said Dad. I was confused. What was Dad doing? Why was he also sad about him dying and why was he supporting Mom? “What is he doing?’ I asked Kelly. “He hated that dog.” “Shhh,” Kelly hissed. Then she whispered in my ear, “this is one of these things about normal people you won’t understand but just go with it. That is how it is in life.” “Why?” I said. “I can’t explain it, you’re just going to have to accept it.” This was all very strange and none of it made sense. “He was a good dog and lived a happy life,” Dad told Mom. “But he peed in the house and refused to go outside,” I pointed out. Kelly nudged me hard. “Natalie, don’t say anything else, wait until you are alone with him.” “I am going to be holding a funeral for him this weekend,” said Mom through her tears. “And everyone will be attending,” said Dad. “Even Brian?’ Matthew asked. “Everyone in this household,” said Dad making himself clear this time. We all ate our dinner and I asked Dad privately after we were all done eating what was going on and why did he like Pissy all of a sudden. “Natalie, your mother really loved him dearly and she was so blinded her love, so it’s very important I support her. He is dead now so this is all over and your mother deserves to grieve in peace.” “But you hated him too,” I pointed out. “I know but your mother is very upset about it so she needs support. It’s best to make this all peaceful and showing happiness about it is not going to make it better for her so she needs all of us to grieve with her and when we do the funeral, you have to say good things about Whimpy and use his real name.” “But there was nothing good about him,” I said. “You liked him when you first got him so think of those happy times before he started destroying your stuff and peeing in your room and by your door.” “Are you and Mom still going to divorce?” I asked. “I don’t think so.” “But you just said she could move out if she wants him.” “He is gone now so I don’t think she will leave. It is very important right now we all support her so she can move on and everything will get back to normal. Only think of the happy times when you first got him and how you first felt about him. That will make it easier for you at the funeral.” I really liked Dad’s advice and maybe it won’t be so hard to say good things about him. That night I slept, I woke up feeling different and I felt like I had a normal night finally since his death. I also realized something, I had been saved. Saved from killing him and I didn’t have to think about it anymore and that meant I would never get caught and go to the mental hospital. It was in fact Sammie who did it and it was an accident. I wouldn’t get the blame at all because I was in school and she was only driving the bus. I had no way of this being planned and I wouldn’t get the blame for it because it would be impossible to put the blame on me and say I did it and I didn’t even know where she lived nor did I know her number so I had no way of having her come and run him over to make it look like an accident and I would have no way to plan this and I still had all my money and I had not written about it. It was also very weird how I saw him that morning and only to come home finding out he had been hit by a bus that afternoon and dying. That was the best news ever and the best day.
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