Chapter 15 #2
I moved quickly, happy to get my baby, so that I could see how handsome he was going to look after all his grooming.
I scanned my key card to let myself inside of the room, and when I walked in, one of the new workers, whose name was Brittany, looked at me with a smile on her face, but it’s almost like she remembered who I was, and the smile left.
She suddenly looked confused. White girl, probably in her early twenties, and she’s only been here for about two weeks now.
I’m not sure what her deal was, and why she was looking at me like that, but I guess I was going to find out now.
“Hi Ms. Henry. Did Bagel leave something behind?” she asked me, and now I was the one that was looking at her confused.
“What? What you mean if he left something? I came to get him,” I replied, not having a clue what she was talking about.
As I was saying this to her, one of the other staff members came walking up from the back, and she heard what I said, so that same confused look that Brittany had on her face when I walked in, she was sporting that face too.
“You had someone to come pick Bagel up, right? They just came to get him about fifteen minutes ago,” Addison said, who was the other girl that had walked up.
When she said that to me, I swear my entire body stopped moving. I literally froze in my place. I felt like I was losing my balance, and the room started spinning all of a sudden. I felt weak to my fuckin stomach.
“I didn’t have anyone come to get him! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DOG?” I screamed, my voice shaking because not only was I angry, but I was scared.
These were white girls that I was talking to, so when I reacted to them the way that I did, their faces turned beet red.
Because of my loud outburst, it felt like all the staff that worked here, came running from the back, all housing confused looks on their faces, wondering what was going on.
I knew everyone that worked here. I’ve been living here almost a year now, and I’ve spent a lot of time coming here to drop off Bagel.
I’ve always been sweet, but they were witnessing me right now in rare form, and I could tell that I’d shocked them.
“Ms. Henry, what’s going on? Tell me what’s going on, so that I can help you,” it was the manager, Julia. I’ve known Julia since I’ve been living here.
“I came to get Bagel, and they’re saying he’s not here.
They said that I had someone come to pick him up about fifteen minutes ago, and I didn’t.
Ya’ll better tell me something before I lose my mind,” I was calm talking to her, but my entire body was shaking, and I could feel myself about to spiral.
“They came in, and they were on the phone. I… I… I heard your voice on the phone. I swear. I heard your voice on the phone, saying that Bagel could go with him. I promise. It was a black guy. He came, saying that you told him to come pick Bagel up, and then he put the call on speaker, so that I could hear your voice. I promise I heard you,” that’s what Brittany said.
“I’ve been home, cleaning! I was never on the phone with anyone about Bagel. Do ya’ll have cameras? Can you show me something? I need to know who came to pick up my damn dog!” I was irate by this point.
Julia had me come around the desk, and we walked to the back. Brittany came with her, and we went inside of a back room, where there were a few different tv’s, all showing different angles of the pet care center.
Julia’s fingers ran across the mouse, rewinding to the time that Britanny said Bagel was picked up.
She eventually stopped the video, and a very handsome man walked inside.
I didn’t know who he was though. He walked in, phone glued to his ear, and Brittany was the one to greet him.
I almost lost my balance and fell when I heard this man open his mouth and ask for my fuckin dog.
He took the phone from his ear and placed the call on speaker.
“Hey, it’s Dionne. I’m not home right now, so I’m sending my friend Jason to pick up Bagel for me,” a voice that sounded just like mine said on the phone’s speaker.
“I don’t know what kind of sick shit is going on, but that’s not me on that phone.
I was home. I can pull up the footage at my house to prove to you that I was home.
I don’t even know this man. I have no idea what kind of sick shit is being played, but we need to find my fuckin dog.
Call the cops, so that we can find my damn dog,” I screamed, and they started running around, so that they could get a phone in their hands and call the cops.
In the meantime, I left out, and I ran outside of the building, just to try my luck, and see if my baby was out here somewhere.
Like a mad woman, I ran all over the sidewalks, screaming out Bagel’ name.
I was heartbroken as I was running because something in my gut told me that this wasn’t going to end well.
I could feel that something wasn’t right.
For someone to go through all this trouble, coming to a place where I fuckin lived, play an audio that sounded just like me on the phone, take my damn dog, that let me know that this wasn’t going to be something easy to get my dog back.
Too much time was invested for them to easily give him back.
I made it back inside the building, and I headed back for the pet care service. By the time I got back, the cops were there, and I was telling them everything. I let him know everything about Bagel that I possibly could, my words all over the place because I was distraught.
Brittany had the nerve to be fuckin crying, and she kept telling me how sorry she was, and that she didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I didn’t respond to her because I was liable to beat her fuckin ass.
As I was pacing the room that we were standing in with the cops, so that they could see the footage, my phone buzzed with a text message in my hand. A number that wasn’t saved to my phone had texted me. Originally, I wasn’t going to pay it any mind, but I saw that an image was texted over to me.
When I got a glimpse of what was sent, I let out a scream that came from the depths of my soul, and I dropped down to my knees.
“Nooooo… Nooooo… God noooo,” I cried, the phone dropping out of my hand.
One of the cops picked my phone up, and they looked at it, and when they saw the same thing that I did, I watched them put a hand over their mouth, and they looked over at me with sympathetic eyes.
Someone had killed my fuckin dog. Not only did they kill him, but they sent a picture to show me the proof. My body couldn’t handle that kind of pain, so I fell over, and I lost it. I completely fuckin lost it.