The Boy Who Cried Dog... Part 1

So, at long last. I have chosen a new short story to begin...



                                        The Boy Who Cried Dog
                                         Part 1



             Everyday, young Jayson took the same route home from school. 
It was a nice route, he liked that it was short than any of the others, and he enjoyed the way the trees danced in the spring breeze- he loved the smell of nature.
       
                 Today was a hot May afternoon as Jayson walked his usual route home, he always took his walk alone- his best friend Mick rode with his dad- and Jayson, though only fifteen, preferred to be more independent.
   
                 He had always been a latch key kid since his mom worked the day shift at the nursing home, and his dad was a big wig lawyer, belonging to a fancy firm down-town, ever since Jayson was old enough to be left without a baby sitter, he had simply come straight home from school where he entertained himself until his father got home around six, sometimes Mick would come over- if he didn't have too much home work.

       There was something different about this day, Jayson could feel it, but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was he was waiting for to happen- until he stopped walking

      Somewhere in the distance it sounded like a wolf cried, and Jayson froze- he had no idea that there were wolves in his small town... The idea of it was petrifying.

     Starting up walking again, he tried to tell himself that there was nothing to be worried about, especially when he was less than a block from home- and surely no wolf-like beasts could come in, once the door was closed and locked.

    As Jayson turned a corner he heard a rustle in the trees, and he froze. Something was watching him, he could feel it, as he stood there and seen some eyes glinting from behind a hedgerow- they mesmerized Jayson as they glittered a golden color- just before screeching tires; and it all happened very fast.

      Later he would remember only bits and pieces, it would be a blur that Jayson would have to work toward trying to figure out exact details of, but in that moment all that he seen was...The dog.
    
    A small white furry little thing- obviously a mutt-  pounced out of nowhere and knocked Jayson out of the path of a car that, as he had stared at what he now knew to be this  canine, he had not seen coming right at me, and would have never moved away fromif it had not been for his savior.

     The dog stared up at him with big golden eyes that glimmered in the daylight, as Jayson caught his breath and scrambled to his feet, his jeans had torn slightly and he felt like his butt was bruised as he started walking away, he heard the softest little whimper.

Jayson froze.

     Turning slowly he saw the pitiful little dog that had rescued him just moments ago whining and licking it's front paw- Jayson noticed blood on the cement.

     He took a step into the direction of his rescuer who was obviously not hurt, Jayson's heart grew heavy as he noticed blood leaking from the creature's paw, it looked up at him the saddest whiskery face, and Jayson couldn't stop himself.

     Not an overly strong boy, he had trouble carrying the medium sized mutt, Jayson struggled to get the howling and wriggling thing back to his house; he knew the dog was uncomfortable, but he refused to just leave it bleeding in the street after saving him from being run over.

    Normally from the point where the near accident had happened, to his house took about ten minutes, but today between the pains in his buttocks and legs and the struggle to carry-or practically drag- his new pal down the hot cement paved road, Jayson would have easily bet that it took him around twenty.
       

     Digging around his the blue and orange back pack that always hung off his right shoulder, Jayson found the skinny golden-colored key that would unlock the door, and after sitting the injured animal on his wooden front stoop, Jayson let the door swing open.

"Mom's a nurse," he said under his breath, as Jayson pushed his way inside and dropped the dog down on the patchwork couch, there wasn't a lot of blood, but the stains were still going to happen.

    Jayson had no idea what to do, the dog cried when he tried to look it's leg, he pressed his middle and fore finger to the wound to see how deep it was-   the dog howled.

    Jumping from the couch, the dog screamed in pain and took off like a bold of lightening, leaving Jayson on the floor staring in awe- how did a dog that couldn't even walk after being hit just moments ago- run off like that? 

   Even more concerning than the way the dog had miraculously taken off, was the throbbing pain in Jayson's wrist, he looked down and gasped.

The dog had bitten him....