Jen looked up as the dark shape behind the door, visible through the frosted glass, lifted a hand opened it.
She closed her eyes and shouted, “Help!” tears continuing to pour down her face now she knew that someone was going to see her like this.
“Hello?” Came a male voice than Jen recognised as the voice of their neighbour, Mr. Wilson Powell, she called out again, “Mr Powell, It’s Jen, I’m in here! Please help me!”
Wilson Powell was in his early 60’s and had retired early, he was good neighbour and did everything he could to help the Smith’s, he even had a key. Jen looked up at him as he walked into the hallway, he hadn’t seen her yet.
“What is it girl?” He called.
“Mr. Powell!” Jen called again. He looked around and spotted her, sprawled out on the floor near the mirror.
“Oh my!” He said, “I heard you calling!” He moved towards her quickly, grabbing the phone on his way past. Jen started to cry in relief;
“Thank g-” He cut her off, “Shhhh Shhhh Shhh, there’s a good girl”
He dropped to his knees next to her and started to rub her shoulder, “I’ll call your mommy”
“Ok...” Jen said slowly, only to be shhhh’ed by the older man again as he rubbed her shoulder with one hand and dialled her mother with the other. After a few moments he said into the phone,
“Good Afternoon, I was hoping to speak with Mrs. Smith please... yes... her neighbour, Wilson Powell...Thank you very much...”
He went silent for a moment and Jen guessed he was on hold, but she was becoming concerned by the man’s continual rubbing of her bare shoulder, which was worryingly pleasurable for the teen.
“Sandra? It’s Wilson... I think you better come home right now... Yes, it’s her... No... No... She was crying real loud Sandra... Yes, I found her on the floor; she’s in a really bad way here... I can’t really explain, I think she needs to see someone... She looks exhausted... Sandra... Er... I’ll check...”
Mr. Powell got up off his knees and walked into the kitchen; Jen heard him running some water but couldn’t make out the muffled conversation through the wall. Attempting to find out what was happening she tried to move back in the direction of the kitchen, with better success than her first attempt. Jen was becoming concerned that Mr. Powell’s behaviour wasn’t quite right.
As soon as she rounded the corner Mr. Powell saw her and gasped, “She followed me into the room... Not well... Awful... Ok Sandra, I’ll make the appointment and see you in a few minutes”
He hung up the phone, “Is mom coming back?” Jen asked sullenly.
“Aww, sweetie... Mommy’s on her way back right now, she’s only a few blocks away” He turned and lifted a silver bowl out of the kitchen sink, that was full of water, “There you go girl, drink some of this...” He put it in front of her, he also draped a blanket over her, but her raised tail meant the blanket bunched up above her butt and left her ass and pussy exposed.
“Thanks Mr Powell” Jen said as he patted her head,
“We’ll get you back to your old self soon enough” He then dialled another number on the phone as Jen lowered her head into the bowl, she hadn’t realised it until now but she was really thirsty and without hands this was the best way to drink.
“... Oh thank god, you’re still open, Listen it’s an emergency, I found my neighbour’s... No... Wilson Powell... Oh hers, sorry, yes, Smith... 132 Acacia Road... That’s her... I can’t explain it, she’s exhausted, I found her sprawled out on the floor... she is now... ok... ok... 5 O’clock, fantastic, thank you very much.” He hung up the phone again.
Just then the front door burst open and Jen tried to turn around so her mother wouldn’t see her bare ass and pussy when she walked through the door. She looked incredibly flustered,
“Wilson? Where is she Wilson?”
“In here Sandra, I made the appointment for 5 O’clock and she’s drinking now too”
Jen closed her eyes as her mother walked into the kitchen, not being able to bear her mother seeing her like this.
“Oh my god!” Her mother squealed. “She looks awful!”
Jen started crying again, how could her mother be so mean? She was part dog and her own mother had just insulted how she looked. “Mom, it’s me, please help me”
Her mother looked at her with a tear in her eye, “Shhhh, Shhhhh, Mommy’s here... just stay quiet ok, don’t waste energy, can you do that for mommy? Shhhh shhhh shhhh, do it for mommy?”
She wiped a tear from Jen’s cheek and Jen nodded.
“We better get her to the car; do you think she can walk there?” Her mother asked.
“I don’t think so Sandra, we’ll have to carry her.” The pair then approached her and grabbed hold of her shoulders and hips, lifting her into the air in one swift movement and carrying Jen out to the car. Jen was lowered onto the backseat, “Are we going to the hospital? Can they fix this?” Jen asked.
“Shhhhhh, sweetie, shhhh” Mr. Powell said, rubbing her head again.
Soon her mother and neighbour were in the car and they were leaving the drive way...