Buddy had been a stray I took in years ago. When I first found him, he was just a tiny, starving pup. I’d only tossed him a few scraps, but he’d saved my brother and me from a gang once. He’d jumped in front of us, getting hurt in the process, and I couldn’t abandon him after that.
I named him Buddy, hoping he’d stay with me forever. But now, he was gone, and the thought of the monster who took him from me made my blood boil.
Fueled by rage, I pushed Chelsea, who had followed me down the stairs, hard to the ground.
“Ah!”
Ignoring her screams, I pounced on her, grappling with her as I struggled to lash out in any way I could. I spotted a teacup on the coffee table and smashed it, grabbing a shard of glass. I jabbed at her, lost in my fury. My own palm was cut and bleeding, but I felt nothing; all I could think about was avenging Buddy.
“Alexander, help! Madeline’s gone crazy! She’s trying to kill me!”
But I couldn’t finish what I started. I was so weak, my energy nearly spent. I managed only to scratch her shoulder before Alexander came rushing down.
He yanked me off her, cradling Chelsea protectively in his arms. His eyes, usually warm and loving, were now filled with concern and disappointment.
“Madeline, what are you doing?! Chelsea is sick! You can’t just attack her like this! Apologize to her!” he demanded.
I lifted my gaze, feeling numb as I looked into his eyes, frantic with worry for her. In that moment, I struggled to remember the face of the eighteen-year-old Alexander—the boy who once gave me warmth but now felt like a stranger pushing me into darkness.
Finally, I managed to speak, almost like I was in a daze. “B-Buddy’s dead. Chelsea kicked him to death…She…She killed Buddy! I wish I could make her pay for what she did—how could I possibly apologize?!”
“What did you just say?”
Alexander froze for a moment, his expression shifting as he noticed Buddy’s still body lying in the blood. The same dog who had once risked everything to save us.
“Buddy!”
I saw a flash of pain in Alexander’s eyes, but he didn’t push me to apologize to Chelsea. Instead, he turned to her, his gaze growing cold.
“Chelsea, why did you kick Buddy to death?”
“I...” Chelsea, used to being coddled by him, now looked panicked at his sudden harshness. But just as quickly, she returned to her helpless act.