Life's Pains (Part 6)
| Life's Pains Part 6
Me and John headed to my parent's house in total silence. I guess it was the tension of what was going to happen catching up to us. As we got closer and closer to the house I noticed the sun was setting. I smiled. Now it would be a lot easier to get in and out without being spotted. But my smile faded when I looked back at the road and saw an accident up ahead. "Oh come on." I said in a frustrated voice.
John put a paw on my shoulder and squeezed lightly. I looked over at him and he gave me a look that said, "Control yourself." I sat back in my seat reluctantly and just stared off into space. The sky was steadily getting darker as time passed. I looked back at the road and noticed with surprise that we were at my parent's house. I shivered and looked over at John, who was strangely looking over at me too. I just kinda let myself get lost in those deep brown eyes. I finally looked away and opened the door. I got out and walked around the side as John got out.
I put my paws on his shoulders and softly pushed him against the side of his car. He tried to push back a little but I was a lot stronger than he was and easily held him against his car. I looked him straight in the eyes and he was about to say something but I put one claw up to his lips. As I brought that claw away I put my paws around his hips and leaned forward and kissed him. John was surprised at first but quickly got over it and wrapped his paws around my own waist. We stood there and kissed for a lot longer than the other kisses we had shared so far at that point in time. His paws stayed at my waist for a little bit but slowly they wandered down to rest on my rump. I finally broke the kiss and looked into his eyes for a time. I stepped back and motioned for him to follow me. We hurried over to the front door and stood on either side. I tried to open the door but it was locked. Of course. So I hurried over to the back of the house and tried the back door. To my surprise, it was unlocked.
I slowly opened it and to my relief, it opened without a sound. So far this was going exactly as I planned it to. We sneaked into the kitchen, which was dark. I heard the sound of voices upstairs and I was so happy. That meant if my dad caught us he couldn't get to his gun(s) which was in his office. Right when that thought entered my head, another came in right after it. I went over to his office and opened the door slowly. Inside I saw his rack of guns all along the back wall and some of the side walls.
I smiled and took down my dad's M16. I checked the magazine and sure enough, it was loaded. My dad has a habit of keeping his guns loaded, but not cocked. The M16 had a strap attached, as did all the other rifles and some of the shotguns. My dad had a bandolier and pistol holsters next to their respective pistols. He had mountains of ammo cases and even grenades. I had never seen those before and had no idea how my dad even got possession of them. He had army vests (he is a veteran) and grenade pouches in those vests. For some reason he also kept a machete under his desk, as if all these guns wouldn't be enough to stop an intruder. He had a bunch of combat knives and even a few swords. My dad was the biggest gun addict you would ever find anywhere. I walked over and opened the desk to find earplugs. I looked over at John and whispered, "Go grab as many guns as you can carry and wait for me outside the office." He looked at me like I was crazy. "Please just do it John," I whispered in a softer tone. He took down a nice amount of rifles and filled his beltline with all of the pistols in their pouches. He put on one of the vests and stuffed grenades into the pouches. He put the strap of 3 rifles around is chest and held another 2 in his paws. All in all, he looked like a badass commando. I grabbed my dad's gun bag and stuffed the rest of the grenades and all of the ammo boxes into the bag.
I grabbed whole cardboard boxes of extra magazines for the guns and set them outside of the office where John was waiting. I set the bag outside of the office after putting tons of weapon attachments in. I grabbed several rifles and wrapped the straps around my chest. I was able to put on the rest of the rifles (5) only because I was experienced and knew how to place the straps. Before I did that though, I put on a vest and took the machete, which was still in its case, and wrapped the strap around my chest. Then I put on the rifles and grabbed a random shotgun, which happened to be the Spas-12.
I walked over to John and picked up the bag and went over to the door and was about to unlock and open it, but I remembered the security software we had. Thankfully I knew the code to disarm it, so I punched in the code and disarmed it. I unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open. We went out to John's car and opened the trunk and pulled down the seats. For once in my life I was thankful that John had an unnaturally big SUV. We organized the guns and put them in the back. When we were done with that we went back into the house and grabbed some more ammo boxes. We picked up as much as we could carry and put them into the car. We repeated the process until we had only 2 boxes left. Me and John picked them up but my paw slipped on a bit of grease at one of the corners. The box fell from my paws and hit the ground with a loud "BANG". I quickly picked it back up as I heard voices raise upstairs and I heard footsteps on the stairs. I slammed the door behind me and took off towards the car. I carefully but hurriedly put the last box in as John did the same. I heard the door open and my dad came out with two friends. They all had shotguns. I grabbed the keys from John, slammed the trunk closed, and quickly got in the driver's seat as John got in the passenger's seat. My dad had gotten over his initial shock and confusion and took off at a run after us. I jammed the keys into the ignition and turned them. The car started with a roar and I pressed the pedal straight to the floor. The car squealed then shot off straight down the road. I heard a gunshot sound, but nothing touched us for some reason. John was digging his claws into his seat as I floored it out of my ex-neighborhood. Once we were out onto the road John calmed down and looked over at me. We both burst out laughing as we drove down the road, uncertain of what we would do next. |