day forty-nine.

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Sunday, December 25

Merry Christmas! I love you two!

That's what I said to Boo and Pumpkin when I woke up today.

And I got the same reaction out of the both of them: a grunt and a roll over, making their backs face me.

So, I got up and sat in the living room, deciding to wait on them to wake up; I was excited to give them their presents.

They woke up around nine, and Boo jumped right up to sit beside me on the couch, and Pumpkin plopped down on the floor by the small Christmas tree I had put up a few days ago.

I gave Boo her present—a pretty collar with a bell and a ball filled with catnip. She took it to the corner of the room and started playing with it. I watched her for a few moments before turning my attention to Pumpkin, who had started to fall asleep again.

I thrust their present in their chest and waited for a reaction. I wanted them to be happy about it, because I did spend quite a bit money on it, and it made me think of them.

It was a guitar—a nice, sleek white one.

Pumpkin stared at it for a few moments. I couldn't really be sure if they were happy about it or not, so I lightly poked them in the shoulder and asked them if they liked it.

They only responded with a small nod.

I bit my lip and asked if they got me anything, and I gave them a big smile, but something happened, and it all descended downward from there.

Pumpkin started yelling, and they smacked me around a bit. They told me all I did was treat them like shit and not appreciate anything in my life that they gave to me, which was totally wrong, because I was the one who put the extra mile in everything I do to make them happy, and I told them that, but they were set on what they had said, and what I tried to say was the exact opposite, and I was lying.

So, of course, at the mention of me lying when I knew I wasn't, I started yelling at them back, and I even hit them a few times, which was returned by the receiver in a more violent way than I have ever seen before.

It wasn't just hits. There were kicks, bites, scrapes, scratches, bruises.

Basically, if Boo was human and was able to give a damn about my health, she would have had every right to report this as domestic abuse.

But she's not human, and she continued playing with her little ball, rubbing her face into it as her little bell chimed with every jump she planned, every step she took, every swipe at the ball she timed correctly.

And I continued being beat.

It didn't stop, and when I tried to fight back, they had grabbed at my wrists and shoved me aside, got on my lap, and started fucking up my face with their hands, their nails digging into my cheekbones and making long pink scratches that were sure to bleed for several hours.

I pushed them away, but their nails were dug in deeper, and they stayed hooked on even when I pushed and pushed and pushed them off with all the force I could muster.

But eventually, I became weak, and Pumpkin took this to their advantage and started to bite some more— mostly on my neck, on my throat. And these bites weren't the types that make your eyes roll in the back of your head and moan and fucking orgasm, no, they were the type that animals produce out of an unrequited hatred toward their owner that had cared for them for a very long time.

Pumpkin had became weak after doing the painful bites, and they jumped off me and decided to do the worst possible thing they could do at that moment: break the guitar I had given them.

They smashed it against the walls, the floor, sending shards of everything off the wall, piercing me in the arms and stomach. Some had even hit Boo, but it was only in a small region, like her tail.

After the chaos had stopped, Pumpkin turned to me, heavily breathing.

They looked at me with narrowed eyes that read I don't give a fuck about you anymore before running off to the bedroom.

And I stayed there, hearing Boo return back to her toy, the little bell on her collar ringing—the only happiness striking this day for me.

This may have been the worst Christmas ever.


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AvaTheElf's avatar
i knew it! pumpkin is a cat on steriodssss people. only way that makes sense.