Chapter 3 “The Dog”

“Huh!  Ashley…”  At the sound of Kyla’s voice I instantly sat up.  She was wide eyed and her hands were balled up into a fist.

Oh my god!  What happened.  Was she hurt?  Did she see Carmen?  Is someone after us?  What?!  I looked left and right and up and down.  I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.  My heart was beating so fast I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.  

Even the dog looked scared.  He was looking at me with a exasperated expression.  The fur on his back slightly raised.  

“Ky whats wrong?”  I asked my sister.  

“I have the best…”  She looked at me, and smiled.  “Name for the dog!”

Name for the dog?!  Damn it Ky.

“What the hell Kyla, I thought someone was dying.”  I said a bit harsher than I meant.  

Hey in my defense I had the right to use that tone.  Of course she didn’t deserve it, but I was grumpy and stressed.  She didn’t run from a psychotic drug dealer then have the worst case of  ‘wrong place wrong time’ with a few cops.  (I still have no clue what they thought I did)  After all that I slept for 3 hours last night.

I slumped back into my chair and closed my eyes.  This was a normal thing between Kyla and I.  We got on each others nerves like this but it was only play.  We never held a grudge over stupid disagreements.  It was actually kinda fun.  

Chelsea was chuckling to herself in the drivers seat.  She kept her eyes on the road.  That’s whats great about Chels she knew when to stay quiet and stay out of something.

“Well do you want to know the name?”  Kyla spoke up from the back. The dog gave me this look, like ‘why not were awake now’.  Then he let his head slide back into my lap.  He nuzzled my hand, a signal he wanted to be petted.  

“Fine.”  I said to both of them.  Not bothering to look behind at Kyla.  

I was kinda curious as to what she came up with.  It must be something decent for her to be so excited.