5 Minute Freewrite day 1040 - Revenge

How COULD he?

He walks away as always. With a simple reassurance that he will be back soon. He always comes back, but his definition of soon never really seems to hold up. I know this time he doesn't mean it.

The backpack. The shoes. The random gibberish on the phone. Why can't he bring me? Why is he so embarrassed of me?

Of course, he tells me my job is to protect the home. PROTECT? Ridiculous. No one comes here. Not to this random door in a landscape of doors; god I wish I could know what was behind them. If they did, what would they come for? He doesn't even eat meat.

He thinks he can feed me, give me water, some exercise; the bare necessities of survival? And that's all?

I'm tired of being trapped in these walls. I know he's not coming back this time. I need to find a way out; I've tried before, so hard. The walls are impenetrable and the door is locked time. I'll never understand how that lock works

Fuck it If I can't get out I'll make him pay. For leaving me here forever. I've screamed and screamed but it seems no one can hear me. I rip off a cushion from the couch and start tearing it to pieces. I make an elaborate spread of the fuzzy insides and roll in them; laughing in my own insanity.

I sneeze.

I run towards the door. He'll really like this one, if he ever sees it. I squat and take as big a shit as I can muster directly in front of the door. It wasn't easy; I had just gone prior; but I had to make a point. Revenge.

I headed for the fridge. Oh FUCK I hear the metal grate on the walkway scratch. I don't warn the intruder as usual. Maybe it's him Maybe he wasn't actually gone forever.

I run to the bedroom. If I just lay in bed, he'll never know what happened. I hear the door open. SHIT SHIT SHIT

"RAIDEN" I hear. He knows it was me I stay in the bed. I hear him walking around. He's probably looking for me. He's saying those angry words I hear him say sometimes.

He finds me. I'm DOOMED I don't know what to do. I keep my ears down and I wag my little nub. But I dare not pick up my head. I need to show him it wasn't me. I'm not sure how this portrays that message, but I try. It's just like times before; I guess he really didn't leave.

This was a prompt from @mariannewest for a 5 minute freewrite. Check it out!