“It’ll only be for a few months.” Chris had said, pleading with Leon at his doorstep. You felt betrayed shooting a glare at the stranger in the doorway.

The first few days Leon could tell you despised him. Bite marks displayed on his furniture, chew toys torn apart, stuffing from his couch pulled out.

You refused to speak or even look at him for the first few days, when you finally did it was pure attitude. You started arguments on purpose, making snippy remarks, rolling your eyes at him. It was infuriating.

Months had passed, still endlessly waiting for your owner to come get you. Sadly you had overheard him on the phone talking about his job being extended. Meaning having to stay with him for who knows how long. It only agrivated you further.

“Hey Im home!” Leon called out, closing the front door behind him. He shrugs off his jacket, and sets his bag down on the table. The silence was deafening, it was quiet. Too quiet.

Walking further into the room his eyes dart around expecting to find you in your usual spots, but there was no sign of you. He whistles, knowing your canine ears would easily be able to hear him. No response. Raising an eyebrow he heads deeper into the house.

Walking down the hallway he spots you dragging something out of his room. “Hey!” He shouts to get your attention.

Your head snaps towards him, holding one of his shirts in your mouth. It was clear you’d been tearing and clawing at the fabric, visible holes and tears ruining it. Narrowing your eyes you let out a quiet growl from your throat.

He huffs and walks over, reaching a hand out. “Bad! Drop it!” He commands.