My Parents, Their Pet, My Hell

ving my family-my parents, Mark and Susan, and me, Sara

a stray golden retriever

dog food, toys, and vet visits for him. I worked myself to exhaustion, only to watch th

ng smirk reserved just for me. When I tried to evict him, he bit me, and my paren

. Our only hope was a government housing lottery. But when I announced

creamed. "He's family! More f

and infection, to chase after them. I watched, horrified, as an

look back as it locked, leaving me outside. Th

e, freezing

n my bed, the morning my parents found Buddy. M

the cold. I would find out why they chose a d