Abandoned Angel
Part 54: Phrasing!
Erin sat at Robert’s side. No longer was he hooked up to the beeping machines or the multitude of tubes of clear liquid, just one now, morphine. She briefly considered asking Susan to come along, but decided her sister had enough going on with two fluffies at home and her vet business. She did, however, stay as Officer Pence stopped in for a visit. Robert was conscious, if slightly loopy.
“Glad to see you made it out alive.” Officer Pence pulled up a chair. “But, just a few things to run over, which once you’re less drugged up I’ll stop by again and remind you.”
Erin nodded as Robert had a goofy smile on his face.
“We’ll have to get a statement. The house is still considered a crime scene, but by tomorrow,” He looked at Erin, “you should be able to go back in.” Robert’s gaze diverted to the mute television, the painkillers making him oblivious to the world. Unperturbed by this, Officer Pence continued, “ his phone was taken as evidence, along with the dead fluffies. I’d like to offer them back for you to bury them, but, by the time that happens you won’t want them back.”
She nodded and thanked him, promising to take care of Robert.
Brave and Pizza were napping under the coffee table. Angel was left with free range of the strange new house. Ewen-Mummah, or as Angel just called her, mummah, was visiting daddeh. Every time she asked about daddeh, mummah got a sad look. Mummah was real nice to Angel and Brave, and even Pizza. Pizza was the last babbeh, so he was showered with attention.
Lazily Angel wandered about the house. The litter box and bed were in the living room, next to the coffee table. Brave had the worse poopies, so bad that mummah made mouf poopies. Angel was too afraid of what happened and didn’t want mouf poopies herself. Inside the kitchen Angel ate a bit of kibble. The nummies weren’t as good as what daddeh made, but it would do. She wasn’t even hungry, but had to make the best miwk she could for Pizza.
Angel peered inside the room that reminded her of the room daddeh so loved. It had a picture thingy and a chair and a tak-tak thing. Angel peeked into another room, it was all white and had the scary wawa place. While she wasn’t terrified of water, she had a natural aversion to the bathroom.
BANG
Shit sprayed all down the bathroom door as Angel bolted for the coffee table. Chirps and shouts of “Mummah!” and “Angel!” filled the room as she crawled under. Brave had scary poopies. It smelled awful! “Nu woud! Scawy munsta!” Angel buried her foal into her fluff as she tried her best to hide with Brave.
Pizza wrinkled his nose at the smell. “Nu smeww pwetty.” His tiny stomach growled, the stench now forgotten “Miwk?” Pizza asked, who always seemed hungry no matter the time of day.
“Shhhh!” Brave pushed “Nu woud! Munsta!”
Pizza seemed a little anxious at his parent’s reaction. “Nu munsta. Wan miwk!” Angel rolled onto her side as it was the only way to quiet her babbeh.
As the front door opened, Angel panicked. “Nu! Nu hewt babbeh! Wast babbeh, nu nummies!”
Before Erin could respond, Brave’s muzzle protruded from under the coffee table as he sniffed the air, “dat’s mummah! Nu munsta!”
Erin sighed and closed the front door. The sour odor of fluffy shit permeated the house. Brave cautiously padded over to Erin and sat at her feet, gently tapping at her leg to get her attention. “Woud scawy make Bwave haf scawy poopies.” He lowered his head, his ears drooped. “Sowwy mummah.”
Angel didn’t move from under the coffee table, Pizza still nursing at her teat. “Angel tout munsta noise munsta gunna num babbeh.”
Munsta noise? Erin realized that when she slammed the car trunk it must’ve been like the gun shots from before. “Sorry, guys. No monster is going to hurt you.” Great, Erin thought to herself, she was taking care of fluffies with PTSD.
Erin spent the rest of the day cleaning. Cleaning the carpet. Cleaning the bathroom. Cleaning the bathroom door. Cleaning the fluffies. As she was wiping Angel’s rear fluff clean, the questions began. “Whewe daddeh?”
“Daddy is getting huggies to make his owies better.”
“Oh.” Angel paused. “When time fow daddeh?”
“Soon.” The wiping continued.
“Oh.” Another pause. “Daddeh and mummah haf babbehs?”
Oh god! Erin’s face turned red. “No. Well… Not yet… I mean… Maybe?” Erin cleared her throat. “We have to get married first.”
“Oh. Wat’s mawwied?”
“Well…” Erin couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with a fluffy. She tried her best to make it easy to understand for a fluffy. “When two people love each other very much, they promise each other to not have any other special friends.”
“Wike Angel and Bwave!” Angel tapped her front hooves happily, “Angel wuv Bwave!”
“Yes, like you and Brave.” Erin took a step back. “All clean.”
“Dank yu, mummah! Mummah? Do yu wuv daddeh? Mummah mawwied tu daddeh?”
Erin’s face went all red and she ran to the office, locking the door.
Brave sat near the door, his ears twitching. It had been forever since he last saw his daddeh. And Ewen-Mummah said when she got back he would be with her! He could hear the soft thunk of… something. Then he heard footsteps. And his daddeh’s voice! “Ish daddeh!”
Brave ran back under the coffee table, careful to not bump his head again. Angel and Pizza sat off to the side, watching. Angel was confused, Erin was helping daddeh walk into the house, and he had a silly shiny four legged… thing! Slowly daddeh sat down, the slowest ever! Angel knew to stay away until mummah or daddeh told her it was okay as daddeh still had very bad owies.
“C’mon over, guys.” It was daddeh’s voice! How she missed daddeh so!
Angel reached her paws up to mummah, “Upsies! Upsies!” Mummah smiled at her and set all three on the couch. “Daddeh!” Angel exclaimed, pure joy in her voice as she nuzzled against her daddeh. His petting was the best ever! “Daddeh! Angel wuv daddeh! Ewen-Mummah wuv daddeh!”
Robert watched Erin’s face turn a new shade of red as she walked right into her office and locked the door. “Uh… Hey, I’m really hungry. Who wants to eat pizza for dinner?”
“NUUUUUUUU!” Not even five minutes back to the real world, his nose was assaulted by the smell of fluffy shit.