This is currently just an idea. If people like it, I'll think about making another chapter and starting the story from the beginning (because this is one of those "somewhere in the early/middle parts of the story" kind of pieces). Any ideas, questions, or comments, just post 'em!

Enjoy!

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Red Sam

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Sam curled up in the corner of her friend Milo's closet. She could hear his parents yelling, and he would have been hiding with her too if he didn't know what was going to happen before hand.

Milo's father stormed into the room, enraged over some petty disagreement with his wife. "Milo!" he bellowed, his voice so loud, Sam stopped breathing for fear that she could be heard in the br silence. "Get your ass out there right now!"

"W-Why dad--?"

Sam's ears twitched as she heard the man cross the room in few strides, picking his son up by the collar. "Because your 'mommy,'" the word was emphasized in a babyish voice, "thinks she's too good to make dinner for us, boy, now get out there!" He tossed Milo like a sack of potatoes, the poor boy, only 12 years old, hitting the door frame hard.

"O-Okay, dad," he stuttered, trying not to cry out in pain by the sounds of it. "W-What do you want for dinner?"

Sam's tail curled in, her ears flattening. She wished she could jump out and bite the older man's leg. He was sickening to her. She knew that even humans weren't supposed to be that animalistic, but this man was.

"What the hell are you askin' me for?" he growled. "I don't give two flying fucks as to what your prissy ass makes, so long as it's edible! Now get goin' before I belt your arse!"

She could hear Milo shuffle away from his room, knowing his father wouldn't think twice about flogging his own son. She couldn't help but let out a small whimper, and nearly regretted it. The man would have heard too, if his son hadn't dropped something. It only took seconds for the beast to run out of the room, raging once more. "What in God's name have you gone and dropped now? You worthless little shit, can't even take a pot out of the cupboard!"

The door slammed and Sam was alone once more, hidden amongst boxes of old shoes and unneeded winter coats made of the fur of people like her; from anthros. When she felt she was safe, and out of human ear-shot, she curled up in an impossibly tighter ball, and began to cry. She was scared, but this was the only place she could hide.

She was thankful that the Mrs. of the house had given her refuge, but she couldn't wait for the woman's plans to unfold. For her, Milo, and Sam to run away and live together elsewhere, away from the man... This was the woman's plans, but how much longer will Milo and his dearest mother have to suffer at the hands of a human so full of himself, so angry at the world? How long will she have to stay hidden in this closet before the man finds out? What if the man finds her?

With all these questions, and no answers to ease her mind, she continued to whimper and sob to the surrounding darkness in desperation, waiting for her ration of Milo's food. Oh how she couldn't wait for freedom once more.

(For future reference, Sam is a female red wolf :3 )