"Oh Martha, I love you too! *smooch" I awoke to the kisses of my dog Lulu, a big, brown, droopy basset hound with light green eyes laying beside me. Lulu is the sweetest dog I have ever had. She wakes me up every morning just so I can get her breakfast (and so i can get up for school). But today is Saturday. I don't know why she would wake me up on a weekend. But her face was droopier than normal and she seemed to have some kind of whine in her soft little eyes.
"Ur, ur, ur" Lulu said, nudging my arm out of bed. I felt as if she were trying to tell me something. BAM. Our front door suddenly slammed shut like a gun shot. I rushed to my window to see dad, storming away. But he was wiping tears from his face, rapidly. Had something happened between mom and dad? Had they gotten in another fight?
Mom and dad are always fighting. I remember one time when mom took dads phone and read some of his text messages. Typical cheating. And another time, mom went to the bar with some friends and lied to dad that she was going shopping and didn't come back till 3 o'clock in the morning. There was plenty of other times before and after that. I don't know how they manage to still stay together.
I jumped out of bed, Lulu still nudging me forwards. I placed my hand on the door ready to see what I saw, and opened the door. I took my first step in a thick, red, and sticky liquid,blood. I was not ready for what had hit me. It was all downhill from there.