Don't Look Back: sequel to He Loves Me Not (Lily's Story, Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Christine Kersey
the rest of the items onto the backseat.
“Whew!” I said, looking at Greta. “That’s a lot of stuff.”
This time she barked in response to my voice and I felt like we were becoming friends.
I drove back to my new home and brought Greta inside, then took several trips to unload everything else. After setting the last bag of groceries on the kitchen counter, I noticed a small puddle on the kitchen floor.
“Oh no.” I dug through the grocery bags and found the paper towels, then quickly cleaned up the mess. When that was done, I pulled out the book on German Shepherds that I’d bought at Petco. Then, opening the door to the backyard, I called to Greta to come with me. She scampered after me and onto the grass. I watched her explore the large backyard as I sat on the steps of the back porch, flipping through the book. After a moment I found the section on house training.
Over the next several hours I worked with Greta on teaching her to go to the bathroom outside. I hadn’t realized how exhausting this was going to be, but I knew the hard work would pay off eventually.
One time as I was walking her outside, it occurred to me that Mary and Edward might not approve of me having a dog in their house. I decided to call them and hope for the best. I pulled out my cell phone and called Mary. I hung up a short time later, relieved that Mary had not only approved of the dog, but thought it was a good idea since I was living here by myself.
I smiled at Greta as she jumped up on me, begging for attention. “I think we need to send you to obedience school.” I reached down and scratched her head, which made her tail wag back and forth in apparent happiness. I picked up the ball I had bought and tossed it across the yard. Greta shot out after it and then trotted back, the ball in her mouth. We did this for about fifteen minutes until I had to stop and take a break.
Sitting down on the porch steps again, I watched Greta drink out of her water bowl, then smiled as she flopped down in the shade. It felt good to have a companion and it felt even better to be able to forget about my problems for a while. But even as the thought entered my head, I couldn’t help but catalogue my problems: Trevor becoming abusive, Trevor being arrested for stealing cars, Trevor locking me up, Trevor stealing from me and then me having to run and hide from Trevor.
Wow, I thought. Each and every problem involves Trevor. Less than a year ago I didn’t know he existed, and now he was the root of all my problems. What was I going to do? I knew I couldn’t hide from him forever.
I thought about my mild panic attack at the grocery store and knew I had to do all within my power to make sure I could protect myself. I looked over at Greta again and smiled, knowing she was a good first defense. I knew I needed to get her trained as soon as she was ready. Otherwise she wouldn’t be able to do much to protect me.
What if she can’t protect me? Then what would I do? I pondered this for a few minutes, then I realized I could learn some self-defense. My pregnancy wasn’t starting to show yet, so I was still in good physical shape to take a self-defense course.
I wanted to go online to look up information on dog training and self-defense, but I didn’t have Internet access yet. First things first, I thought. I pulled out my cell phone and called information, asking them to connect me to the cable company for my area. A few minutes later I had made an appointment to have someone come out and hook up a cable connection for TV as well as a cable modem. Someone would be out the next day.
Chapter Five
That night, my first in my new house, I listened to every creak and groan the house made as I tried to go to sleep. I had made sure all the doors and windows were locked tight and Greta was curled up on her pet bed in a corner of my room, but still I couldn’t help feel a little nervous that somehow Trevor would find me. After a while, I finally
“Whew!” I said, looking at Greta. “That’s a lot of stuff.”
This time she barked in response to my voice and I felt like we were becoming friends.
I drove back to my new home and brought Greta inside, then took several trips to unload everything else. After setting the last bag of groceries on the kitchen counter, I noticed a small puddle on the kitchen floor.
“Oh no.” I dug through the grocery bags and found the paper towels, then quickly cleaned up the mess. When that was done, I pulled out the book on German Shepherds that I’d bought at Petco. Then, opening the door to the backyard, I called to Greta to come with me. She scampered after me and onto the grass. I watched her explore the large backyard as I sat on the steps of the back porch, flipping through the book. After a moment I found the section on house training.
Over the next several hours I worked with Greta on teaching her to go to the bathroom outside. I hadn’t realized how exhausting this was going to be, but I knew the hard work would pay off eventually.
One time as I was walking her outside, it occurred to me that Mary and Edward might not approve of me having a dog in their house. I decided to call them and hope for the best. I pulled out my cell phone and called Mary. I hung up a short time later, relieved that Mary had not only approved of the dog, but thought it was a good idea since I was living here by myself.
I smiled at Greta as she jumped up on me, begging for attention. “I think we need to send you to obedience school.” I reached down and scratched her head, which made her tail wag back and forth in apparent happiness. I picked up the ball I had bought and tossed it across the yard. Greta shot out after it and then trotted back, the ball in her mouth. We did this for about fifteen minutes until I had to stop and take a break.
Sitting down on the porch steps again, I watched Greta drink out of her water bowl, then smiled as she flopped down in the shade. It felt good to have a companion and it felt even better to be able to forget about my problems for a while. But even as the thought entered my head, I couldn’t help but catalogue my problems: Trevor becoming abusive, Trevor being arrested for stealing cars, Trevor locking me up, Trevor stealing from me and then me having to run and hide from Trevor.
Wow, I thought. Each and every problem involves Trevor. Less than a year ago I didn’t know he existed, and now he was the root of all my problems. What was I going to do? I knew I couldn’t hide from him forever.
I thought about my mild panic attack at the grocery store and knew I had to do all within my power to make sure I could protect myself. I looked over at Greta again and smiled, knowing she was a good first defense. I knew I needed to get her trained as soon as she was ready. Otherwise she wouldn’t be able to do much to protect me.
What if she can’t protect me? Then what would I do? I pondered this for a few minutes, then I realized I could learn some self-defense. My pregnancy wasn’t starting to show yet, so I was still in good physical shape to take a self-defense course.
I wanted to go online to look up information on dog training and self-defense, but I didn’t have Internet access yet. First things first, I thought. I pulled out my cell phone and called information, asking them to connect me to the cable company for my area. A few minutes later I had made an appointment to have someone come out and hook up a cable connection for TV as well as a cable modem. Someone would be out the next day.
Chapter Five
That night, my first in my new house, I listened to every creak and groan the house made as I tried to go to sleep. I had made sure all the doors and windows were locked tight and Greta was curled up on her pet bed in a corner of my room, but still I couldn’t help feel a little nervous that somehow Trevor would find me. After a while, I finally
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