The door was probably locked and you weren't gonna mess around with the keys. You threw your body through the window, *SMASH*, rolled on the table an fell on the floor covered in glass.
Luckily, your leather jacket stopped you from getting too cut up.
Scrambling off the floor, and looking out the window, Vixie was nowhere to be seen. 'How is may dad going to take this?'
Luck seems to be on your side as your parents are away on business, though does it seem so lucky that you almost got raped by an anthropomorphic fox.
She was small when you saw her, you were just scared like hell, y'know, seeing something like that, it could be easy to defend yourself.
You load your dad's shotgun with eight shells and locked your bedroom door and sat on yuor bed watching the window. You though to yourself 'I wish I was back in the city' as you start to grow tired, your eyelids feeling heavy.
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