Dog rescue.

Chapter 4

As I sat on the public bench, my stomach growled loudly. I looked around at the mouthwatering food stalls nearby, my eyes drawn to the tantalizing aromas. With hopeful anticipation, I approached the first food vendor and asked, "Excuse me, sir. Do you have anything to eat?"

The vendor gave me a disdainful look and replied, "Sorry, kid. We're all sold out for today. Maybe try your luck somewhere else."

Feeling a pang of disappointment, I moved on to the next vendor. "Hello, ma'am. Could I please have something to eat? I'm really hungry."

But she simply shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, but we're closing up. Come back tomorrow."

I went back to sit on the public bench, I couldn't understand why everyone was pushing me away like the plague. Was it because I was young? Or was it my disheveled appearance?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden whistles and barking of a small dog , I watched the reckless canine dart dangerously between the passing four-wheeled vehicles. I watched with growing concern as the dog's chain hooked onto a nearby manhole cover, trapping him in harm's way. My heart raced as I saw a four-wheeled vehicle approaching, oblivious to the helpless pup's plight.

Fearful gasps and panicked screams rang out from the onlookers, each paralyzed in terror by the impending tragedy.

"Oh no, someone help that poor dog!" a passerby shouted, grabbing the attention of others.

"Someone needs to save him before it's too late!" exclaimed another woman, her voice filled with desperation.

Without a second thought, something stirred within me. I couldn't ignore the danger facing the small dog. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I jumped up, ready to intervene.

"Wait, don't go! It's too dangerous!" a man cried out, reaching out to grab my arm.

But I shrugged off his warning, determined to help. "I can't just stand here and let that dog get hurt! We have to do something!"

As I ran towards the trapped dog, I heard more voices chiming in with concern. "Be careful, little girl!" called out a worried onlooker, the tremor evident in their voice.

"Someone should call for help! Get the authorities here!" urged a young man, frantically searching for his phone.

But without hesitation, I intervened. Swiftly, I maneuvered towards the helpless dog, praying that I would reach it in time.

Just as I reached out to seize the little pup and guide it to safety, time seemed to slow down. I felt a sharp jolt of electricity course through my body as I grasped the dog's chain, momentarily stunning me. A sharp cry of pain involuntarily escaped my lips as the shock coursed through me.

" Ouch!!"

Moments later, I heard the screeching of tires and the sickening thud of a small impact. I looked up to see the confused and apologetic face of the driver, who had bumped into me with his four-wheeled vehicle, but fortunately, it was just a minor collision.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he asked anxiously, his brows furrowed with concern.

Feeling a pang of pain, I reassured him, "Yes, yes, I'll be fine. Accidents happen."

The driver's face filled with guilt as he muttered, "I didn't see you coming. I should have been more careful."

I offered him a kind smile, understanding his genuine remorse. "It's alright. As long as nobody is seriously hurt, that's what matters. Let's just make sure to be more cautious in the future."

His eyes filled with gratitude, the driver nodded and said, "Thank you for understanding. I'll definitely be more mindful from now on."

He helped me to get up and then left, thanking me again.

As I caught my breath, my attention was drawn to a figure approaching from the corner of my eye. A young girl, came running towards us, a sense of panic etched upon her face. Behind her trailed a man dressed in a sharp black suit, his posture and demeanor exuding an air of professionalism.

The girl's disheveled appearance contrasted against the man immaculate attire. Her wild brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders, strands sticking to her flushed face. She wore a faded green sundress, the fabric stained and torn from her hasty journey. The man, in contrast, stood tall and composed, his suit crisply pressed, with not a hair out of place.

Breathless, the girl stopped in front of me and let out a sigh of both relief and exhaustion. "Thank you," she managed to gasp, her voice trembling with gratitude. "You saved my precious Coco. I don't know what I would have done if something happened to him."

I smiled warmly at her, the pain from the shock still lingering in my limbs. "It was no problem, really. I couldn't just stand by and watch." Glancing at the man, my curiosity got the better of me. "And who might you be?"

The man inclined his head, his voice steady and dignified. "I am James, the young mistress's loyal butler," he spoke with a hint of formality. "I must say, your quick thinking and bravery have impressed us both. Is there anything we can do to repay you?"

I gazed at him, still feeling slightly dazed from the adrenaline rush. The events of the day replayed in my mind—the chase, this new pack, the fight, my hunger,the relief of seeing Coco safe. It had all happened so quickly. I wave off his offer "No need," I replied, my voice tinged with exhaustion. "I'm just glad he's safe."

Coco, now calmer and seemingly unharmed, wagged his tail happily and gave me a heartfelt lick on the hand, his gratitude evident. I smiled at the small dog, feeling a surge of warmth in my chest.

James seemed taken aback by my refusal. "But surely there must be something," he insisted, his eyes searching mine. "You risked your own safety to save Coco. We are forever in your debt."

I considered his words, my mind still racing. The truth was, I hadn't expected any reward for my actions. I had acted on instinct, fueled by the sudden surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. "I appreciate your offer, James," I said, my voice softening. "But really, I was just glad to help. You don't need to repay me."

The young mistress, who had been observing our conversation with a mix of concern and gratitude, stepped forward. "Please," she pleaded, her eyes pleading. "Allow us to show our gratitude. Let us at least heal your wounds. It's the least we can do."

I couldn't ignore the genuine concern in her voice. It tugged at my heart, reminding me of the bond I had formed with Coco in that brief moment of chaos. "Alright," I relented, a small smile tugging at my lips.

The young girl clapped her hands with delight, "Wonderful! We'll take good care of you, I promise," she exclaimed, ushering me to follow them. Her excitement was contagious.

With a bit of fear, I followed them as they led me through the unfamiliar surroundings. I didn't even know these people, but something about them made me trust them. We eventually stopped in front of a beautiful black, large, and impressive four-wheeled machine. It was mind-blowing.

Curiosity filling my eyes, I fingered the smooth surface of the vehicle and asked the girl, "What is this?"

She grinned at me, her eyes shining, "It's a car, but not just any car. It's a limousine."

"A limousine?" I repeated, struggling to process this new information. I had never seen anything like it before.

"Yes!" the girl exclaimed. "It's like a luxury car, with extra space inside. You'll love it!"

Feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension, I made a mental note of the intricate details of the car's interior. So, this was what people referred to as a car - a four-wheeled vehicle like this limousine.

As we approached the car, a man graciously opened the door, extending a warm welcome to us. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect from this new experience. However, the girl's infectious enthusiasm was all it took to convince me that this was an opportunity worth seizing. Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath and stepped into the car.

To my delight, the interior boasted plush seats and elegant decor, leaving me mesmerized. Sensing my astonishment, the girl hopped in beside me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Isn't this incredible?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.

Unable to contain my excitement, a smile spread across my face, slowly erasing any lingering fear. "It definitely is," I replied, gazing around in awe. "Thank you for inviting me."

Closing the door with a gentle click, the man signaled for the engine to roar to life. As the car vibrated with energy, I couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement wash over me. It was an unfamiliar sensation, having spent most of my life in the presence of horses. However, in that moment, I felt a strong curiosity and eagerness to explore this new mode of transportation.

Turning towards me, the girl broke the silence. "We will be arriving soon," she said softly, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "Oh, by the way, my name is Sandrine, but I prefer to go by Sandy , I'm 10 years old."

Curiosity piqued, I found myself drawn to Sandy's bubbly nature. "Nice to meet you, Sandy," I said, extending a hand. "I'm little-angel, 18 years old."

Gently shaking my hand, Sandy's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Likewise! I'm so thrilled to have you here with me today," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious. "You're going to love what awaits us."

As the car glided effortlessly through the city streets, Sandy began sharing stories of her own adventures. She spoke passionately of the places she had seen, the people she had met, and the experiences that had shaped her. With every word she uttered, my anticipation grew, tinged with a newfound sense of curiosity and wanderlust.

Lost in our conversation, I gradually forgot about my initial hesitations. The strangeness of being enclosed inside a vehicle was replaced by the thrill of discovering new horizons. The rhythm of the car, the hum of the engine, and the changing scenery outside the windows became the soundtrack to our burgeoning friendship.

Before I could even register it, the car glided to a perfect stop in front of our destination. My veins pulsed with excitement as Sandy turned to me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "We've arrived!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with unrestrained delight.

I took a moment to absorb everything that had transpired. The limousine had brought us to an exquisite mansion, standing proudly before us. It was a sight to behold, with its grandeur emphasized by the gentle rumble of the car and the majestic opening of the estate's barrier. The butler gracefully stepped out of the vehicle and approached, ready to assist us.

As I stepped out of the car, I couldn't help but marvel at what lay before me. The interior of the mansion was beyond anything I could have imagined. It was opulent and extravagant, with detailed artwork adorning the walls and lavish furniture spread throughout.

"You have a home like this?" I exclaimed, unable to contain my surprise.

Sandy laughed. "Yes, I do. You'll love it, I promise."

Sandy took my hand and guided me through the house, but I was rendered speechless, my mind struggling to grasp the sheer luxury that surrounded me.

These people were incredibly wealthy, far beyond anything I had ever encountered. If my friend Sunshine were to witness this, she would surely faint from shock. The thought tugged at my heart, evoking a pang of longing. But I pushed the feeling aside, choosing instead to immerse myself in the mystique of the mansion.

"Make yourself at home," Sandy said, leading me to a plush sofa.

I sat down carefully, not wanting to dirty or damage anything. Sandy left for a moment and returned with a nurse to treat my wounds. I winced as the nurse cleaned my cuts, thankful for the treatment.

As I sat there, my stomach growled loudly, embarrassing me. Sandy noticed and smiled.

"Would you like something to eat?" she asked.

I nodded gratefully, and soon I was served a delicious meal with fresh juice. After I finished, Sandy brought me a set of beautiful clothes that smelled of lavender and jasmine.

"You can change in there," she said, pointing to a room.

I went to change, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the short dress that clung to my curves. But I didn't complain, grateful for Sandy's kindness.

As I returned to the living room, Sandy apologized for having to leave. I watched as she left, feeling nervous being alone in such a large and unfamiliar place.

Suddenly, the door opened and a boy walked in. At first, I didn't recognize him, but as he approached, I realized it was the same boy who had splashed me with water and yelled insults at me earlier in the street.

Recognition flickered across his face, his initial anger transforming into fury.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he shouted, his voice filled with disbelief and confusion.

As the air crackled with tension, I realized that this encounter was about to change everything.