I was walking with my pet dog one day when we hear
I was walking with my pet dog one day when we heard some growls. Then I turned around and saw some pit bull dogs in front of us. I started screaming, and my dog and I started running from the pit bulls. They started running towards us while barking at us. Then my dog saw a parked car, and I said, “Good idea, girl! Let’s get in that car!”
So we ran towards the car and got inside. When we were in the car, I hugged my dog tightly. Then someone said, “Hey, are you okay?”
I looked and gasped when I saw that it was my favorite band, the Proclaimers, in the front seat. Craig Reid was in the passenger seat, while Charlie was in the driver’s seat. I noticed that they were wearing black coats with blue jeans. I said, “There are pit bulls coming after me and my dog!”
Then Craig looked at the right-side mirror and he gasped when he saw the pit balls Running toward the car, Craig said, “Step on it, Charlie!”
So Charlie turned the key in the ignition. Then he moved the shift to “drive” and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. The car sped away from the pit bulls. Then, when we were far from them, Charlie said, “So, what is your name? We haven’t heard your name.”
I said, “I’m Meaghan, and this is my dog, Daisy. We were on a walk until the pit bulls appeared.”
Then Craig said, “Don’t worry, Meaghan, we’ll get you and your dog to safety. We’ll take you back to our house to keep you safe.”
So we continued driving until the pit bulls appeared at the back of the car. I said, “They’re back!”
Then Charlie’s expression hardened. Then he pushed his foot down on the gas pedal. And the car lurched forward. Then I looked at the speedometer, and my eyes went wide as I saw that it read 150 miles per hour. Then the pit bulls got up on their haunches, and a pit bull jumped onto the windshield. Then Craig, Charlie, and I started screaming. Then Charlie lifted both legs up and slammed both of his feet on the brakes, and the car’s tires screeched on the pavement. The car stopped, sending the pit bull flying off the windshield. Then we started breathing heavily, and I hugged my dog tightly. Then Charlie said, “We’re surrounded by pit bulls.”
Then a pit bull lunged and used its teeth to open the backseat door. Then the pit bull opened the door, and I started to scream. Then my dog started barking at the pit bulls. Then she jumped out of the car, and I yelled, “NO!”
Then my dog started attacking the pit… Bulls, and I watched in horror as the pit bulls attacked my dog.
But then the pit bulls stopped barking and going crazy, and I gasped and screamed, “NOOOOOOOOO! THEY KILLED MY DOG!”
Then tears started forming in my eyes. My expression hardened, and I said, “Charlie, run over those pit bulls.”
Charlie said, “You got it.”
So Charlie pressed his foot on the gas pedal, and the car drove forward. Then he turned the car toward the pit bulls, pressed the gas pedal harder to the floor, and ran over the pit bulls.
Once they were all dead, I got out of the car, went up to my dog’s dead body, and started crying. Then Charlie and Craig came up to me. I ran away crying, and Charlie said, “Meaghan, come back! Stay here, Craig. I’m going to talk to her.”
So Charlie ran after me. Then he found me. Sitting on the grass, he sat down next to me. He gave me a hug and said, “Shh, it’s okay. Shh, I’m here. You’re going to be fine.”
Then I pulled away from Charlie and said, “Let’s head back to our house now. We can bury your dog.”
So we walked up to the car. Craig took my dog’s dead body and put it in the car. We got in the car and drove to his house. When we got there, we buried my dog.
Then we went inside the house. I continued to cry. Then I ran into the guest room, flopped onto the bed, and started to cry hard. Then Charlie came in, gave me a hug, and said, “Shh, it’s okay. Want me to sing you a song?”
I said while sniffling, “Yes, please, Charlie.”
So Charlie grabbed his acoustic guitar and sang me a song about missing a friend.
Then when he was done singing, I said that Charlie was beautiful.
Charlie smiled softly, then he said, “I’ll be right back.”
So, he went out of the room, then he came back with a teddy bear and said, “Here, you can cuddle it to help you fall asleep.”
I took it from his hands and hugged it tightly, then Charlie said, “How about you go to sleep? I’ll be here to keep you company.”
So, I went under the covers and Charlie joined me, and he held me close to his chest. I felt his heartbeat, and I slowly closed my eyes and went to sleep in the safety of Charlie’s arms.
Then, when I woke up, I saw Charlie was still holding me, and he said, “How are you feeling, Meghan?”
I said, “A lot better, and Charlie, I have a crush on you.”
Then, Charlie gave me a hug and said, “Thanks, Meghan. Now, how about we join Craig for breakfast?”
I said, “Yes, please.”
So we went downstairs and had breakfast, and I said, “Charlie, Craig, thanks for saving me.”
Charlie said, “You’re most welcome, Meaghan.”
So we continued our breakfast, and then we went outside and watched the sunrise together. I snuggled next to Charlie and said, “Charlie, I love you.”
Charlie said, “I love you too, Meghan.”
The crisp autumn air nipped at my nose as I strolled through the park with my loyal dog, Daisy. The sun, already low in the sky, cast long shadows across the path. Daisy, a lively terrier mix, bounced ahead, sniffing at every fallen leaf.
Suddenly, a deep growl echoed through the stillness. It was followed by another, and another, growing in intensity. My blood ran cold. I spun around, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Three pit bulls, their muscles rippling beneath their dark coats, stood blocking our path. Their eyes, filled with predatory intent, were fixed on us. A primal fear coursed through me, and I instinctively screamed.
Without a second thought, I grabbed Daisy’s leash and we both bolted, the pit bulls in hot pursuit. Their barks echoed in the stillness, a chilling soundtrack to our frantic flight. My legs burned with the effort, but I pushed on, adrenaline fueling my every step.
Daisy, sensing my desperation, veered towards a parked car. “Good idea, girl!” I gasped, hauling her towards the open driver’s side door. We scrambled inside, me slamming the door shut behind us.
Shaking, I pulled Daisy onto my lap and hugged her close. “It’s okay, girl. We’re safe,” I whispered, trying to soothe her trembling.
Just then, a voice rang out, “Hey, are you okay?”
I looked up, my eyes widening in disbelief. It was the Proclaimers, my favorite band! Craig Reid sat in the passenger seat, his trademark glasses perched on his nose, while Charlie, his brother, was behind the wheel. They were both wearing black leather jackets over blue jeans.
“There are pit bulls coming after me and my dog!” I exclaimed, my voice shaking.
Craig glanced in the rearview mirror and gasped. “Step on it, Charlie!” he shouted.
Charlie’s hand shot out, turning the key in the ignition. With a roar, the engine sprang to life. He shifted the car into drive and slammed his foot on the gas pedal. The car lurched forward, the tires screeching on the pavement. We were speeding away from the pit bulls, their snarling faces disappearing in our wake.
Once we were a safe distance away, Charlie said, “So, what’s your name? We haven’t heard it yet.”
“I’m Meaghan, and this is Daisy,” I said, my voice still slightly breathless. “We were just on a walk when the pit bulls appeared.”
“Don’t worry, Meaghan,” Craig assured me. “We’ll get you and your dog to safety. Come back to our place, we’ll keep you safe there.”
We continued driving, but my relief was short-lived. The sound of heavy paws pounding on the pavement reached our ears. “They’re back!” I cried, my eyes glued to the rearview mirror.
Charlie’s expression hardened. “Hold on tight!” he said, his voice grim. He slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, the car surging forward with terrifying speed. I glanced at the speedometer – 150 miles per hour! My breath caught in my throat.
The pit bulls, emboldened by our speed, were now leaping up on their hind legs, trying to reach us. One, a hulking beast with a scarred face, managed to jump onto the windshield. The car shuddered violently as he clawed at the glass. We were screaming, all three of us.
Charlie’s foot slammed on the brake pedal, the car screeching to a halt. The pit bull on the windshield was flung back, landing with a thud on the pavement.
We all took deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm our racing hearts. “We’re surrounded,” Charlie said, his voice tight.
As if on cue, a pit bull lunged towards the backseat door, its teeth bared. With a terrifying snap, the door swung open. I screamed, my voice dissolving into a raw, terrified cry.
Daisy, sensing the danger, barked ferociously at the attacking pit bulls. Then, with a swift leap, she jumped out of the car, her small form disappearing into the shadows. “NO!” I yelled, my voice hoarse with panic.
My heart lurched as I watched, frozen in horror, as the pit bulls swarmed Daisy. They were snarling, their teeth flashing, their bodies a blur of savage motion.
Suddenly, the barking stopped. The pit bulls stood frozen, their bodies still, their eyes glazed over. I gasped, my voice choked with disbelief. “NOOOOOOOOO! THEY KILLED MY DOG!”
Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. My voice was raw with pain and rage. “Charlie,” I said, my voice cold and resolute. “Run them over.”
“You got it,” Charlie said, his voice grim.
He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the engine roaring like a beast. He aimed the car at the motionless pit bulls, his foot pressed down hard, the car a deadly weapon. One by one, he ran them over, the impact echoing in the stillness.
When it was over, the pit bulls lay motionless, their bodies mangled and still. I got out of the car, my legs trembling, and stumbled towards Daisy’s lifeless form. I knelt beside her, tears streaming down my face.
Charlie and Craig joined me, their faces somber. I was inconsolable. I ran, my sobs echoing in the stillness, Charlie hot on my heels. He found me sitting on the grass, my head buried in my hands. He sat down beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’m here. You’re going to be fine.”
I pulled away from him, my voice thick with grief. “Let’s go back to your house,” I said. “We can bury her there.”
We walked back to the car, Craig carrying Daisy’s body gently in his arms. We piled into the car and drove in silence to his house.
We buried Daisy in the backyard, under the shade of a willow tree.
I went inside the house, my grief overwhelming me. I ran into the guest room, collapsed onto the bed, and let the tears flow freely. Charlie followed me in, his face filled with concern.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he said, his voice soft. “Want me to sing you a song?”
I sniffled. “Yes, please, Charlie,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
Charlie grabbed his guitar, the familiar sound of its strings a comfort. He sang a beautiful, melancholic song about losing a friend, his voice rich and resonant.
When he finished, I looked at him, my heart aching. “Charlie, you have a beautiful voice.”
He smiled softly. “I’ll be right back,” he said, disappearing into the hallway.
A moment later, he returned, holding a teddy bear. “Here,” he said. “You can cuddle it to help you fall asleep.”
I took the bear from him, hugging it tight. “How about you go to sleep?” Charlie asked. “I’ll be here to keep you company.”
I climbed under the covers, Charlie joining me on the bed. He pulled me close, his warmth enveloping me. I felt his heartbeat against my chest, a steady, reassuring rhythm. Slowly, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, safe in Charlie’s arms.
When I awoke, Charlie was still there, his arm around me. “How are you feeling, Meghan?” he asked, his voice low and caring.
“A lot better,” I said. “And, Charlie, I have a crush on you.”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Thanks, Meghan.” He pulled me closer. “Now, how about we join Craig for breakfast?”
“Yes, please,” I said.
We went downstairs and joined Craig in the kitchen, sharing a silent breakfast.
“Charlie, Craig,” I said, my voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for saving me.”
“You’re most welcome, Meaghan,” Charlie said, his smile genuine.
We finished our breakfast, then went outside, the rising sun painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink. I snuggled close to Charlie, feeling his warmth beside me.
“Charlie,” I said, my voice filled with emotion. “I love you.”
He looked down at me, his gaze tender. “I love you too, Meghan,” he said.
And in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the sunrise, I knew that even though I had lost Daisy, I had found something else, something unexpected and beautiful. The warmth of Charlie’s love, a love that had sprung from a moment of terror, was a promise of hope, a promise of a future filled with possibilities.
