“Hey! Can you call off your attack horse?” Laughing I walk closer to them. I notice she’s holding something in her hands. If that’s an apple pie, Duke isn’t moving. Cheryl got that dog hooked on them.
“If he smells apples he won’t leave.” The look she gives me is downright hilarious. She thinks I’m joking.
“Well, I guess horses do love apples.” She glares down at Duke before looking back at me.
“He’s a mastiff.” I correct her.
“He’s a mini horse.” I can’t help but laugh. She is so beautiful.
“That’s Duke. He’s harmless.” Swallowing hard, I watch as she frees one hand and barely pats his head. I have never seen a person scared of Duke before. He’s a complete baby.
“Hi, Duke the mini horse. Next time I’ll bring you your own pie.” I watch as she breaks off a piece and holds it out to him. Obviously he takes it.
“Made this for you. I didn’t know you had an apple loving dog or I would have made two.” She smiles as she walks closer to me.
“That was nice. That whole small town thing huh? Didn’t know people still did that shit.” I take the pie from her hands until I notice the bruise that’s on her face. That wasn’t there earlier.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Juggling it in one hand I reach up and touch her cheek. She flinches when my hand comes up to her. Someone fucking hit her. I may be a lot of shit, but my dad used to beat my mom and that’s something I don’t go for.
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