ALLISON'S POV
It was 2 am when I woke up.
I was definitely unhappy and groggy. I'm not a morning person and waking up this early is taking its toll on me. I pull my pillow over my head and groaned loudly.
After some minutes, I scream into my bed and stands up immediately. Oh, what I'm going to do to that dog! I clench my fist in anger as I shove my feet into my loafers. A loud yawn escapes me as I exit my apartment.
The night—or should I say, early morning—was cold and quiet. To a normal teenager, going out in the wee hours of the morning is pretty dangerous. But me? There's no normal bone in my body.
I stomp loudly to the next apartment where the sharp barks were coming from. I stand in front of the black wooden door and take a deep breath. I will myself not to strangle the first person that answers the door.
I remember my therapist saying that violence is never the answer, but so help me God, I'm steps away from shooting that dog with a sedative.
I knock on the door again but no one answers. The barks were coming from the backyard. I run over, not bothering to be light on my feet.
I got there, but it wasn't easy. I had to spend valuable minutes in untangling my clothes from rose thorns and various shit I can't even make out in the darkness.
Finally, I make out the outlines of a dog. A Siberian Husky, at that. The face of the dog was kinda blurry, maybe that was all in my eyes but what could I say? The only thing visible was the unmistakable glint of its fangs and the rustle of chains. Bundle of chains.
I groan and rub my palm on my face. I'm so freaking tired right now. All I want to do now is fall on my bed and await sunshine then watch reruns of Netflix Chick-lit.
Looking past its cuteness, I crouch to the canine's level and try to growl loudly to intimidate the dog but that doesn't seem to work because it only barks at my face.
I close my eyes and huff at the feeling of slobber dripping from my nose. I wipe my face with my hoodie hand and get up.
As I was about to walk away in defeat, the dog barks again and this time, pulls my pajama bottoms with its teeth. I gasp in surprise and stumble from the sudden pull.
I succeed in getting my clothe from its fangs but I frown when I see two punctures close to the hem. I tap the head of the dog twice before standing and heading back to my apartment.
The sharp barks and whimpers managed to send a sharp sting of guilt deep deep down in my soul. I shake it off as I tried so hard to sleep, only catching a wink, here and there.
The next morning, I was definitely unhappy. I was a walking epitome of unhappiness. Apart from laziness, my sleep is the only thing I love and cherish.
With a deep scowl, I do the needful and get ready for today's lemons. Placing my hair in a tight ponytail, I take out my cleaning equipments from the attic and head outside.
"Hey Allison, you're late. For a moment I thought I had to come knock on your door."
"Good morning, Mr Gibson." I retort with a rather fake smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't get enough sleep."
Mr Gibson nods and pulls out his keys from his breast pocket and hands it to me, "Must be because of the new neighbor's doggo, eh? Someone needs to put a muzzle on 'em."
I nod, not even bothering to respond, before looking over to the car in front of me.
Mr Gibson's car.
It was a old—yet running—rusty Jeep from the 90s, he always takes care of this car more than his own wife. Trust me, these are true facts. His car is mostly the bane of their arguments. Each time an argument is brooding, I make sure to lock my door and all windows to prevent Mrs Gibson from walking in and crying all over my lap, complaining of how "...Jerry loves his 'ol Rusty more than me...".
"Okay, you work on that while I go clear some shrubs in the backyard, eh?"
I wave my hand as a sign of apprehension. I watch as he walks into the apartment complex beside mine. It was newly refurbished and a lot bigger than mine. The Gibsons moved in two years before me. I could remember the fresh scent of chocolate chips cookies that Marie Gibson had packed for me as a welcome snack. They were a bunch of old geezers but all the same, they were cool neighbors.
I attach the hose before spraying it at the top of the car to remove dust. Just as I was about to foam up the water, the unmistakable sound of a bark floods into my ears.
I smirk and turn around to find the new neighbor's dog, standing a few feet from me with its tongue hanging out.
Well, someone had a goodnight sleep.
Revenge clouds my judgement and before I know it, I'm cackling loudly and turning on the hose and giving the dog a splash, causing it to yip and shake out its fur.
I keep laughing before I hear,
"Did you just squirt my dog?"