Come {HOME} with me//// {Puppy}

I love watching the clouds as they fly through the sky changing colors as the sun sets for the evening. The sound of the birds singing high in the sky as the wings beat in the wind brings a large grin to my face. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves as they fly through the air. It feels nice out at this time of night compared to the scorching heat of the day. I take a deep breath as I continue looking around for Willow. Maybe she heard me; maybe she didn't. There's no way of knowing for sure. That's when I see her, and a silent chuckle escapes from my lips.

Willow is sitting high in the tree when I speak her name, and it doesn't take long for her to reach the ground. My hand covers my mouth as I try to contain the laughter that's developing inside. I've never understood her always being around trees, glaring at them, talking to them, or shouting at them, but it's not polite to judge one another. Part of me wants to ask her if she's okay, but the way she moves and quickly climbs the tree shows me she's okay. My eyes point towards the ground as she mentions drugs. Usually that's what I'd be doing, but tonight isn't the night. Why does she always mention that?

Part of me wants to run away from here and just leave her, but that wouldn't be the purpose of it. "No. That has nothing to do with why I'm here, Willow. I'm not wanting you to take any drugs. I'm not wanting to sell you any drugs. I'm here because I was asked to find you to bring you home." I don't know if she'll understand me, or if she'll even try to return home, but it's worth a shot. I refuse to leave this place until she's coming with me. "Why do you always ask about drugs for anyway?" My voice harsh as I speak. It's hard knowing that's what she associates me with. I hate it.

It's nice standing outside in the woods watching the birds fly through the sky as the clouds change colors. It's my favorite time of day because when I was working it meant a day off. It meant I was able to leave and head home, but now it's when I'm just waking up to start my business. Usually my hands grab my secret stash out of my room before heading out into the night waiting for the moon to say goodnight, but it's different. People have plans for me today, but it's a horrible thing. The cranky woman, I call mom, made me get up before the moon rose into the sky. I didn't want that to happen, but it did and nothing will ever change it.  

She talks to me about everyone knowing my drug selling and addiction, but the truth is, I don't care. Everyone can know about it because it's never going to change what's happening. I've been sent here for a reason, and I'm not leaving until she's coming back with me. It doesn't matter if the hard ground becomes my bed tonight because mom expects me back with her. I roll my eyes before staring at her. She's never been nice to me, and it's against everything inside me to be nice to her. 

"Shut up Willow."

The words fly from my mouth quickly. Butterflies dance in my stomach as I watch her fall from the tree. Part of me wants to ask if she's alright, but the other part of me wants her to not be fine. She's always messing with me, always making fun of me, and I think it's time for revenge to unfold upon her. She's right though talking about mom and dad, but something about Willow is off.

"They want you home. You don't have to come home if you don't want to, but they want you home." I take a deep breath before looking at her as she sits high in the tree again. It seems she has a love, hate relationship for the trees because most of the time she's yelling at them. "Just make up your mind. I don't got have all night."