Beating Heart

Jasper's P.O.V

I chase after the fast running cat. He always does this when grandma comes, and I'm the only one that notices. But one thing I didn't notice is that I didn't bring a gun with me.

I see a flash of his white, gray and black fur before it vanishes into the deeper wood. I sigh and keep running.

I hear a loud meow, like he's in danger. I run up to the pond and see the boy. I stand frozen, watching him hold my cat. Luckily, he's not hurting Chaplin.

"I told you this was private property a year ago." I say, quietly. My heart beats against my chest hard, I'm scared.

He stays silent. He puts Chaplin down on the soft dirt. I stay frozen there, but ready to run. He finally breaks the silence, "I know." I give him a confused look, is that all he's gonna say?

"What's your name?" I ask, picking up Chaplin.

"Zayn." He says, his eyes looking straight into mine. I shut my eyes, trying not to look at this boy.

"Why are you here?" I ask. He stays silent. "I can call the cops."

"I come here everyday and watch." He says, sort of smirking at me.

"Watch what?" I ask, noticing the cigarette butts on the ground. "Stop littering on our property, pig." I say that quietly so he doesn't hear me.

"I come here to get away." He says, looking at me. Chaplin squirms in my arms.

"Get away from what?" I ask, raising my voice. "You really think it's okay to come onto other people's land?"

"I've said to much." He whispers, turning his head from me.

"Well, go!" I try to shoo him but he's still stands there looking at me.

"You don't want to tell me what to do." He says, coming closer to me. He stands close in front of me. His eyes turn red and I stare in horror.

"Stay away from me!" I say, then run with the startled cat in my arms. I feel a tears stream down my cheeks. He scared me enough to make me cry. I decide to sit so the redness of my face would wear off, so nobody would question.

I hold the old cat in my arms and pet him, silently. Then I hear my dad call, "Jasper! You alright?" I suddenly notice it's been like thirty minutes. I start to run back with the cat in my arms. Luckily my face has turned back to the tan it always is.

"What took you so long? You worried me." Dad hugs me.

"Even if this cat is old, he can run. Far." I say. Then we both laugh.

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