Sample From Will
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It was a clear day. The blue of this guy was so vibrant. It looked as if we were living inside a cartoon. We drove to the house without talking. The only sound. A small whimper from Alley. Her parents were beside themselves when we arrived. They covered the dog with a towel, and as we entered the house, we tried not to look at the bundle on the grass. The towel was white with red hearts, which somehow made the whole thing worse. They'd fetch to the first thing they confined, but upon retrospect, it hadn't been the best idea that Towel would have to be thrown away. Susan was sitting in the living room. Well, David shouted on the phone. And as we neared them, Ali ran up to her mother and embraced her mom. What's going on? We came as soon as we could, Ali said. The hour's drive had been terse. Charlotte's Web cafe, a place I'd hoped to go back often, was now tainted with this memory. Susan's eyes were bloodshot, her face almost translucent in its paleness. She shook her head. I don't know. I don't know who would do this to us. Why would someone do this? Granted such a good dog was he was such a good dog, she said. Well, fresh tears streamed down her face. I'm so sorry, Susan, I said. I felt like an intruder. I considered sitting down and taking her hand, but it felt too strange. We were still on shaky terms from our last meeting. Instead, I pulled alley towards me. She had not stopped trembling since the phone call, whose daddy talking to Ali, asked. Stupid police. That's who David said is he marched back to us. Hi, sweetheart, he said. Toe alley, followed by, Not at me, I will. What did they say? They said they can't help us. They said It's probably some stupid neighbor kids playing a prank or something. So snapping a dog's neck off is considered a prank. Thes days, really, since wind. They said there was nothing they could do to help us. What's the point of the police if they don't even want to help us? That idiot probably doesn't like dogs or something, but who would do something like this? And was it definitely on purpose? I asked, David glared at me. It's not like he could have done something like that to himself. Sorry, I said, is the familiar gaze of hatred flashed through his eyes. I didn't mean it like that. It's just well, it's just horrible. He shook his head and said, We're Lee next to his wife. I didn't mean to snap will. This was been incredibly shocking to us all. Has anyone called Kerry? Allie asked. She's on her way, Susan said. Ali and I sat down on the sofa opposite her parents. While we tried to figure out what to do. Nobody seemed to know what direction to take. Maybe I, uh should I Barre Granite? None of you should have to see him like that again, I asked, even though I desperately hoped they would tell me not to. Oh, well, we can't ask you to do something like that. Alleys Words said one thing, but her tone said another. She desperately wanted me to do this instead of her parents. I felt sick just thinking about going to see the dog with his little heart covered towel. I'll do it. I squeezed her hand. Thank you, will, David said. I'll help you. My two encounters without these parents had been horrific. I never thought anything could be worse than the White Lily incident, but I was wrong. We never said a word to each other as we went to the shed to get a spade. But the moment we reached granite, a strange groan escaped. David, I turned around and saw he had stopped walking. Instead, he stood motionless, staring at the towel in shock by he couldn't get the words out. I've got this statement. I went to him and took the spade from his hands. I padded, um, awkwardly on the back. I've got this. Are you, I'm sure. Anyway, the girls need you right now. He nodded and smiled gratefully at me. If anything, at least the hatred had left his eyes. I waited until he had gone back inside before making my way to Granite. I wanted to somehow dig a hole firm without seeing what someone had done to him. But he was lying on the grass and I had to move him to the sand. I wished I had thought to bring a bag or at least another towel to help with the move, but I didn't want to go back until I had finished what I promised. Once I reached the sandy area at the side of the house and dug a hole that seemed big enough, I made my way back to the dog. As I leaned down the stench, it me and I recoiled in surprise. The heat had not only intensified the smell but was also making me feel queasy. I looked away and took a few deep breaths before going in again. I held my breath and slowly wrapped my arms around the towel, tucking it in as I lifted it up. I kept it low as I hurried over to the hole. But as I was about to drop it into the hole, the dog slipped out of the towel and onto the ground. I jumped back and gasped. I could watch gruesome shows while eating dinner, and I'd always assumed I had a stomach of steel. But nothing could prepare me for the nausea that overcame me. In that moment. I could barely tell what was going on through the matted fur and blood, and before I could fully process what I was seeing, I quickly use the towel ish of the body into the hole I covered it up with sand and forced myself to stop thinking. Despite the numbness, the odd thought kept creeping up into my mind. Had I done this, should I have kicked the dog? Would grant it still be alive? I shook my head. Don't be stupid, Will. This isn't your fault. This isn't your fault.