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The thing hisses at me, its claws coming out, then it swats at me.
I glare at it and hiss back, showing dominance.
But all it does is hiss at me again.
I grit my teeth and crawl, then tap the side of the box, hoping to scare it, but all it does is lunge at me again.
I look up to see Draven shaking his head, then proceeds to lift upFelix and run to the car. He opens the trunk, and is just about to drop Felix in when I shout, “No, you heathen! I want him in the back with me!”
Draven freezes, glares at me, then brings Felix to the back seat. I lift the box with two hands, and hurry over. If it were up to me, I’d leave it here, but Felix seems attached and I don’t want to upset him.
“This devil spawn can go into the trunk.” I drop the box in, then close the trunk. “I wonder if Lucifer knows he’s missing a child.”
I wipe my hands on my pants, then find Draven staring at me again.
“What?” I bark.
‘You know that’s a cat, right?”
“That thing is not a cat.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“It’s not. It’s hairless, huge with bug eyes, and wearing this ugly sweater that looks pokier than a cactus. Animals don’t wear sweaters.”
Draven then glances at Felix and frowns. “Weirdos dress their animals in sweaters.”
I storm up to Draven, and point in his face. “Don’t you dare insult my Felix ever again!”
He stumbles back. “Right… well, you should get in so we can go. I’m late for my day job.”
I climb into the backseat and groan when I realize Draven didn’t buckle Felix in. Doesn’t he care about his well-being? I reach across Felix and can’t help but run my nose along his chest and inhale his scent as I do. I buckle him, then tug on it to make sure it’s locked properly. I don't want him getting hurt. I sit close to him, wrap my arm around his waist, and rest my head against his chest as we make our way home.
Draven helps me get Felix and the alien into the house, then he leaves without a word. Not to me, anyway. He’s shaking his head and muttering to himself all the way to his car.
“Bye! Thank you for your help!” I call after him with a grin as I stand on the porch and watch as he goes. He looks at me over his shoulder, shakes his head again, then gets into the car and leaves.
When I get back into the house, I notice Felix still isn’t awake.
Did I go too far?
He should have woken up almost right away… shouldn’t he have?
He’s comfortable at least, laying in my bed that I plan to share with him for the rest of forever.
Leaving the handcuffs on is necessary. I don’t want him to attack me before I get a chance to explain. I look him over, wondering if there is something I can do to wake him up.
I spot some kind of strap across his chest. As I follow it, I see it’s attached to a bag. I didn’t realize he was wearing one because I was too distracted by that damn alien in a box. I tug on the strap, but it doesn’t come off. And I can't get it off because of the handcuffs. I want him to be comfortable, so I guess cutting it off is the best option.
I go in search of scissors, pressing my ear to the bathroom door to listen for the alien, and smile when I hear it’s silent in there. The thing was making the strangest noises inside that box, so I figured letting it loose in the bathroom would be okay. It’s been quiet ever since.
I find scissors in the kitchen that I use to cut the strap on the bag, but when I pull it away, I see a large spot of blood on the bed. Panic floods me as I search Felix’s body, pressing my hands everywhere I can to find a wound.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
Did I hurt him!?
