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Revelations by IndigoNeko
Chapter 13 – Painful Lessons
Friday, May 29th, 2015
The smell of baking bread was the first thing to penetrate the haze of sleep surrounding Elizabeth’s consciousness. Shortly thereafter was the smell of coffee and that meant it was time to wake up. The little stoat stretched, pushing her arms out from under the covers and opening her jaws wide enough to display her tonsils. It took more than a few blinks to clear her eyes of sleep, and even longer for her to remember why Mother wasn’t in bed with her and Father. She yawned again, then threw back the duvet to start her morning ritual.
She crawled down the bed until she was next to Father’s hips. He was laying on his side today, unfortunately. She sighed, and reached out with one paw to scratch at his tummy, a few inches above where his morning wood was showing. Everyone loves belly rubs, she thought, running her dulled claws through the lighter colored fur on his belly. His fur was coarse and rough, in stark contrast to hers and mother’s. Then again, he wasn’t as particular about using fur-conditioners and such.
It was probably half a minute before father rolled onto his back, yawning and stretching much like she had a moment ago. Before he’d even finished rolling over, Lizzy had planted her mouth firmly over the tip of his penis and started sucking on it, waking him the same way she’d been waking him for years now. She wasn’t quite sure why she’d done it the first time, but he’d seemed to enjoy it... at least until he’d woken up to realize it was her and not Mother. That first morning had been very noisy, but in the end, Mother and Father had said she could do it again, so she did. Every morning.
Elizabeth felt him stiffen further with every beat of his heart. The taste was weird when she first started, but it quickly faded. Then she got a hint of salt and savory as he started leaking tiny amounts of pre-ejaculate. The little stoat tried to wrap her tongue around it, but as it became longer and thicker she settled for simply licking the sides of his member. It wasn’t long at all before his tip reached the back of her mouth. She braced herself and swallowed, feeling his length slip down into her throat, ignoring the tickle of her gag reflex. The hairs at the tip of his sheath brushed her lips.
She held his member in her mouth, letting her throat get used to his girth, just as she had to let her flower adjust to it. Then she started rhythmically swallowing around his length. He moaned, letting her know she was doing it right. She smiled and wrapped a paw around his testes, waiting for the slight tensing that would let her know that he was about to ejaculate. She didn’t have to wait very long; she usually didn’t in the morning. Elizabeth wrapped her other paw around the base of his penis as she sat back and pulled his length most of the way out of her mouth and suckled the tip. His member twitched once, twice, then released squirt after squirt of warm, slimy cum across her tongue, the roof of her mouth, the back of her throat. She let it pool on her tongue, waiting until he was all spent before swallowing it in one gulp.
As much as she loved her father, she didn’t like having his taste in her mouth all day, and jumped off the bed, walking into the bathroom to rinse her mouth out. After climbing onto the stool in front of the sink, she filled a tiny cup with water. She gargled, spit, rinsed, spit, then did it all over again. Even then, it wouldn’t be totally gone until she had brushed her teeth after breakfast. By the time she was finished, father was finally up, sitting with his feet hanging off the bed, rubbing his eyes with one paw. She walked over to his side of the bed and grabbed him around the waist in a hug.
“Good morning, princess,” he said, rubbing the top of her head. “Thank you for waking me.”
“You’re welcome,” she said brightly, before walking to the end of the bed and pulling on a nightgown. Before her father even stood up, Elizabeth was out the door and walking down the stairs towards the foyer. Her toe claws clicked against the marble floor as she walked into the dining room, then into the kitchen where Charlotte was busy making breakfast, already dressed in a skirt and blouse for school. The little stoat walked up to the teenaged dobermann and hugged the older girl’s waist.
“Good morning, Elizabeth,” The teenage doberman said, looking down. “What would you like on your pancakes? Peaches and cream?”
“Yes, please,” the little stoat said politely.
“Done. It will be ready in a moment.”
Elizabeth climbed up onto one of the chairs by the kitchen island, spotting a small cup of pills and a glass of milk. She started swallowing her morning pills one by one, downing each with a swallow of milk. By the time she had finished, the glass was half empty and Charlotte was setting the small plate of pancakes topped with canned peaches and whipped cream in front of her. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome, dear,” the canine replied before turning back around to prepare eggs and toast for Terrence. Elizabeth was polishing the last bit of food off her plate as her father stumbled into the kitchen wearing a bathrobe, clearly not a morning person. He patted his daughter on the head before collapsing into the chair next to her. Charlotte walked over a moment later with a plate of food and a cup of coffee for him. He winced as the plate clinked against the marble countertop, then picked up the fork, stabbing a piece of scrambled egg.
“Thank you, Charlotte! It was delicious,” the tiny stoat said as Charlotte picked up the now-empty plate from in front of her.
“You’re welcome, dear. What would you like for lunch?” the canine asked.
“Can I have a bento box? Pleeease?” the little stoat begged, knowing it would take a while to make. It wasn’t very often that they had enough time to make a full lunch in the morning. Usually they only had time to make a sandwich or salad.
The doberman glanced at the clock on the wall. “You absolutely can,” the doberman girl said with a smile, surprising the little stoat. “I’ll make one for each of us.”
“Yay! Thank you,” the little stoat said with a smile.
“You’re welcome, dear,” Charlotte replied, pulling open a cabinet drawer and pulling out a pair of lacquered black boxes. “Now hurry up and get ready for school.”
“Okay!” Elizabeth said, hopping off her chair and walking through the dining room and over to the lift in the foyer. She headed up to her room on the third floor to get ready for school. Terrence just blinked sleepily as he sipped a cup of coffee and waited for it to take effect.
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Other than having father drive her to school, instead of her mother, Elizabeth’s day passed uneventfully. She missed having Lexi there to play with during recess, but schoolwork kept her busy enough the rest of the time.
Charlotte’s day was the exact opposite. She’d started the rice a little late and it hadn’t had time to cool before making the rice balls, so making bento boxes was messy and took longer than expected. She mostly managed to make up for it by racing on her bike, even though she hated arriving at school sweaty and out of breath. She barely had enough time to make it to her locker and drop off her lunch and extra books before heading to History.
Once again, the school district had adopted a four-block schedule for all the high schools in the Tigard-Tualatin area, leaving her with a mind-numbing ninety minutes in each class. Today was her boring day: history, biology, math, and japanese. She only hoped that she would be able stay awake through Japanese; classes after lunch were the worst for trying to stay awake. Her only saving grace was that her Japanese teacher allowed her to read manga instead of following the lesson plan, as long as she did all her homework and the manga were in japanese. Translating was actually more work than doing the lessons, considering how much time she spent looking up kanji in her dictionary. It was definitely more fun though.
History, her first class of the day, started with a pop quiz. Luckily she had been keeping up with the reading. Since they were nearing the end of the school year, they had finally started learning about modern history, starting with the formation of the european union. It wasn’t that bad, really, except for having to remember the names of all the member countries. It helped that the beaver who taught it was surprisingly enthusiastic about the subject, talking animatedly about all the factors that lead up to the formation of the E.U. and why they were important.
Biology started with a surprise. As she walked through the door, the teacher handed her a sheet of paper with instructions and several rectangles for drawing diagrams. She sighed and went over to her desk before looking at the paper. As she’d expected, it was a lab worksheet, and she glanced over her shoulder. The back of the room had been set up with microscopes and several small boxes of slides. After the bell rang, the anole lizard who instructed the class walked up to the front of the classroom and called roll, randomly picking students off her list and assigning them to specific lab stations. Charlotte walked back towards her assigned station after her name was called, still reading the lab worksheet.
“Hello, Charlotte.”
The doberman glanced up. The pink face and white fur of the monkey in front of her was only vaguely familiar. The jeans and plain white tee shirt he wore gave her no clue what kind of person he was, though the wide white vans indicated he might be a prep or jock. The only class they shared was Biology, and she had never actually talked to him.
“Hi... uhh... I’m sorry, but I don’t remember your name.”
“Hikari,” he introduced himself.
At that, she perked up, looking up at him instead of the worksheet. That was a distinctly japanese name; one that she’d heard numerous times in the Anime she watched. “Uh... Pardon me if this sounds rude, but are you... japanese?”
The macaque nodded, explaining “Yes, though I was born here in the United States.”
“Oh. Can you... actually, nevermind. We need to get this lab done. Then we can chat.”
The japanese macaque nodded again, reaching for the small box of slides and pulling the first one out, sliding it into the microscope. Over an hour later, they finally finished the worksheet, having drawn and labeled pictures of all the slides. There were only a few minutes left before class ended.
“Well, that’s done,” Charlotte said with a sigh. She glanced at the monkey beside her and looked him up and down. It was hard to tell with his dense fur, but he definitely wasn’t out of shape. She was starting to think he was more likely a jock than a prep.
Hikari finished signing his name on the worksheet and turned around, leaning back against the lab counter. He glanced over at the girl next to him, meeting her eyes.
“So... umm... Hikari, was it? You said you were born here in the states. Are you fluent in Japanese?” the teenage doberman asked.
The japanese macaque nodded.
“Do you... umm...” Charlotte looked around, then continued in a much quieter voice “...do you read manga?”
As the monkey turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow, she blushed and quickly tried to explain, “I’m taking japanese and Tanaka-sensei lets me read manga in class and-”
“Oooh, I see,” he said. “Yes. I read the occasional manga and dōjinshi. Mostly shōnen, though. Why? Do you need help translating something?”
“No! I- actually...”, she looked down, “Yes. I do. But... it... umm... it’s not for school.”
“I see,” he said with a smirk. “Which manga?”
“Well, actually... I have several...”
Hikari laughed. “So do I. Death note, Bleach, One Piece, Hellsing, Azumanga Daioh...”
“I love Azumanga Daioh; it’s so funny! One Piece too... but right now I’m reading Fruits Basket and Yotsuba...”
“You’re reading them in Japanese?” Hikari asked, impressed. “Those aren’t for people just learning-”
“Well, I’m trying, but you’re right, it’s challenging. I bought them thinking that I’d be able to learn japanese quickly enough to read them. Only it’s not as easy as I thought it would be, and I really like the story...”
“So that’s why you’d like help with translation,” he said smiling at her enthusiasm.
“Well, yes, but-”
“I’ll help, if you want. I’m not doing anything during lunch,” he said.
“Do you have first or second lunch?” she asked, peering at him.
“Second.”
“Cool! Can I meet you in the commons next to the student affairs office?” she asked, with her tail wagging behind her.
“Sure,” he said as the bell rang.
They both turned in their worksheets to the teacher as they went out the door, heading to their next classes. Charlotte darted through the crowded hallways to her next class, arriving with plenty of time to spare.
Math was just as boring as she’d feared it would be. Geometry wasn’t that bad, but her teacher was. She ignored the spectacled bear’s droning, reading the book instead of the board. She was actually several lessons ahead of the teacher at this point, nearing the end of the book. At least he was okay with it, having stopped calling on her to answer questions related to the problems he was doing on the board.
As she stepped out of the classroom, she caught sight of a familiar tan-colored canid wearing jeans and a black DC hoodie, and sighed. She turned and quickly started walking down the hallway, heading towards her locker to get her lunch. Apparently the culpeo didn’t take the hint, doing his best to keep up with her, dodging left and right around other students in the busy hallway.
By the time she’d reached her locker, he had already caught up and leaned up against the locker next to hers as she began spinning the dial to enter the locker code. She ignored the slightly shorter canid as he started talking.
“Hey, sexy-fine. Ya know, school year is almost up. We should meet up this summer, ya know? Watch some movies, get some burgers, chill over at the mall...” he said, looking down and fiddling with the zipper on his hoodie. “I heard you like books. There’s a bookstore over at Washington Square with couches and stuff. My bro would totally be down for driving us over there along with his girl. Or we could chill at my place. The ‘rents aren’t home during the day...”
After hanging her backpack up, she pulled the bento box and a purse out of her locker and shut it, then turned to him. “I already told you, Diego. I have a job,” she stated, turning and walking down the hallway.
“Baby, don’t be like that,” he said as he followed her towards the commons, “jobs ain’t twenty-four-seven. We can meet up on your days off and have some coffee. There’s a Starbucks just down boones ferry, and we can go for a walk around the pond there. The library is like two blocks away, too. Then we can go back to my place, have a smoke, play some video games or read a book...” he said, starting to smirk, and leaned over to whisper in her ear ”...and maybe play bury the bone...”
Charlotte was having a hard time keeping her temper at this point; this was the fifth time in the past two weeks that he’d tried to get her to go out with him since that fox-slut Marissa had dumped him. Four times now, she’d tried to brush him off and he just wasn’t taking the hint. This time she let him have it with both barrels, turning around just as they reached the commons.
“Diego,” she loudly declared,” you’re an egotistical, ostentatious, womanizing mall-rat who spends more time skating and smoking than studying. Unlike you, I plan on going to college and getting a degree.”
By this time, the near side of the commons had gone quiet, sensing serious drama in the works. It didn’t stop her from finishing, her voice loud enough to be heard on the far side of the commons. “Since you haven’t taken the hint yet, I’ll spell it out for you: I wouldn’t date you if you were the last guy on earth. Now leave me alone.”
At this point the entire commons erupted in catcalls, dozens of students yelling out, “Rekt!”
Diego’s mouth dropped open and his ears drooped. He’d been trying to be nice; asking her friends about her interests, looking up places that matched those interests and everything. He’d never been shot down so hard in his entire life, or so publicly. His face burned with shame as half the commons behind her started hollering and laughing at him.
Charlotte turned back around, missing the look of rage that came over his muzzle and the clenching of his fist. “You bitch,” he snarled.
As she turned around and started walking away, she caught sight of Hikari, standing on the far side of the commons. She started to raise her hand to wave at him, when the world went black.
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Hikari got out of the shower and stepped into one of the fur drying units. The entire locker room always seemed to smell like wet dog and bleach; not the most pleasant of smells. He sighed, then stepped out and walked to his locker, not even bothering to grab a towel. He wasn’t that self-conscious, and it wasn’t like anyone could see his junk with his fur as thick as it was. It had been quite a while since he’d shaved, though he needed to now that the temperatures were going back up.
He walked over to his locker and quickly dialed in the combination, quickly pulled out his underthings, followed by a pair of cargo pants, a plain white t-shirt, and his wide white vans. It didn’t take him long to dress, and it was only a few moments before he was out of the gym and heading through the hallway toward the commons. A minute later he was standing next to the student affairs office. He folded his arms and tucked one leg up, resting his hand-foot against the wall as he leaned against it and waited for the doberman girl from his biology class.
Hikari hoped that this wasn’t just a one-time thing. He didn’t exactly have a thing for canines, but even he had to admit that the girl was smoking hot. Short, silky-smooth black and brown fur, and curves in all the right places. And those breasts...
It would be nice having someone to talk manga with, too. His parents thought manga and anime were silly, and that he should be spending all his spare time studying. At least they supported him in Karate, his other major hobby. It wasn’t like he had much time for anything else, given that he had a job to pay incidentals.
He sighed, wondering if he really should take his sensei up on her offer. She’d mentioned during his last class that she was going to need an assistant instructor, especially once school was out. Balancing two jobs would be tough.
The yelling on the far side of the commons immediately caught Hikari’s attention. He was surprised to see it was Charlotte, or someone who looked like her from behind, wearing the same black skirt and green shirt. She was facing a coyote or fox who was wearing jeans and a black hoodie. He didn’t hear the first part, but he definitely heard her shoot the poor kid down. He winced, and made a mental note not to ask her out in a public area.
She turned around, immediately catching sight of him where he was standing near the office. As she started to raise her hand towards him, the boy behind rushed her from behind, raising his fist. Hikari, realizing she was about to get decked, pushed off the wall behind him, running flat out.
The boy behind her hit her with a punch that would have probably laid anyone out, and she was no exception. Charlotte practically flew forward, both arms sticking out in a fencer’s response and going stiff as a board before hitting the tiled floor muzzle first, sliding another ten feet across the floor. Cell phones across the commons came up to capture the ensuing chaos. The fox continued walking forward, either not seeing or possibly ignoring the monkey running towards him. He stepped up next to the unconscious girl’s body, swinging his leg back to kick her in the side.
Hikari leaped into the air almost a dozen feet from his target, pulling his left leg under him and throwing his right leg out in a flawless flying sidekick. Both of their kicks landed simultaneously. Hikari’s foot went straight into the canine’s jaw, snapping the other kid’s head sideways and throwing him a good fifteen feet across the commons, where he crashed into a table and the chairs around it, spilling several students to the floor.
Pandemonium enveloped the entire commons area as close to a hundred students yelled, dozens of them standing up to get a better view of the action. The racket brought teachers running from the nearby offices and classrooms.
After quickly picking himself back up off the floor, Hikari glanced around, spotting Charlotte still laying on the ground. He sprinted to her side and knelt, trying to take stock of how badly she was hurt. There was blood pouring from her nose onto the blue and white tiles. He panicked; there was blood all over the floor under her, literally gushing from her nostrils. “Call 911!” he screamed, “she’s bleeding out-”
Something prompted him to look back over his shoulder, just in time to see the kid in the black hoodie thrashing around pushing people away before getting to his feet, fangs bared and snarling. Hikari snapped back to his feet, quickly taking a narrow front stance and throwing his guard up.
The other kid charged straight for him, head down in a bull rush. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. With almost mechanical precision, Hikari pushed with his back leg and twisted his hips, spinning in place and throwing his back leg forward, slamming his foot straight into the other kids head. He could feel a crack with the impact.
Hikari was thrown backwards a few feet from the other kid’s momentum, stumbling a bit. The other kid had been stopped flat out and was now lying motionless on the ground. As Hikari bounced a bit, regaining his balance, a security guard grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him to the ground, collapsing on top of him to keep him from moving.
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Terrence set down his sandwich and took a moment to wipe his fingers off before pulling the ringing phone out of his pocket. The number was one he didn’t recognize at all. He tapped accept and held the phone to his ear. “Terrence Stouffer speaking.”
A female voice that he didn’t recognize came over the other line. “Hi, is this Terrence Stouffer?”
He blinked. He’d literally just said that was who he was. “Yes.”
“You’re listed as one of the emergency contacts for Charlotte Schneider. We’re calling because she’s been involved in some kind of altercation, and needed emergency medical treatment. She’s currently being taken by ambulance to the Legacy Meridian hospital.”
“Is she alright?”
“We don’t know, sir. You’ll need to contact the hospital’s emergency room for any additional information. If you have something to write with, I can give you-”
“No, I’ve got it. I’m on my way. Thank you.”
Whatever the lady on the other line was going to say was lost as he immediately cut the call and ran out the door, yelling “Stacy, I’m going to the hospital again! Charlotte’s been injured.”
A brown-feathered duck stepped out of a nearby office just in time to see him take a sharp turn at the end of the hallway. “Okay!” she yelled back. Then a puzzled look came over her face, and she muttered “Who’s Charlotte?”
Five minutes later the hob pulled into the parking lot near the emergency room and ran in. He stopped at the counter in the front, where a female field mouse in green scrubs sat in front of a computer terminal.
“Hi, I’m here for Charlotte Schneider,” he said, panting for breath. “Is she alright?”
“I’m sorry, sir...” the field mouse said, then peered up at him. “Could you tell me what species she is?”
“Canine. Doberman Pinscher.”
“Oh. We didn’t have a name for her yet,” the nurse explained. “She’s currently undergoing surgery. You’ll have to wait.”
“In surgery? What...?” he asked, stunned.
“She’s in serious condition. Beyond that, I don’t know. What’s your relationship?”
“Legal guardian,” he said. It wasn’t technically true, but it saved a lot of time to say that he was.
“Excellent. Can you please fill out these forms?” she asked, handing him a clipboard with several papers and a pen. “I’ll inform the surgeon that you’re here so they can give you updates.”
After he took the clipboard, the mouse stood up and walked over to a closed double doors and slipped in. Moments later, the mouse stepped back out and resumed her station.
As he was filling out the forms, a pair of well-dressed canids came in and asked about another patient. He was guessing that they were either coyotes or foxes of some kind, but had no idea. Both were speaking rapid spanish. The mouse behind the desk was clearly out of her depth, but spoke enough to pacify them, whereupon she handed them a clipboard much like the one Terrence was filling out.
After finishing out the forms, Terrence called the school back to try and find out what had happened. From what he gathered, another student had assaulted her, whereupon a fight broke out between that student and another, and that they were still investigating. He finally hung up on them in disgust at their lack of information.
It was a long time after he’d finished filling out his forms before someone finally came out of the double doors looking for him. The raccoon, dressed in blood-splattered scrubs, walked immediately over to him.
“Mr. Stouffer? I’m Dr. Carsten. I understand you’re Ms. Schneider’s guardian?”
“Yes. How is she?”
“She’s in serious condition right now. I’m guessing that she took a hard blow to the front of her muzzle. It broke her nasal bone and front incisors, part of which punctured her nasal cavity and nicked an artery. She needed a transfusion because of the blood loss, but I managed to stop the bleeding and stitch her nasal cavity back together. We’re running a CT scan at the moment to see where and how her muzzle is broken before we start putting it back together. Do you happen to know what happened?”
“No. Only that it was the result of an altercation at school.”
“Well, if I were you, I would file a police report. The desk here has the local department’s number. We can give them access to the medical records if you allow it. After we finish the CT scan and finish putting her face back together, we’ll move her to the ICU.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
“You’re welcome.” The doctor shook Terrence’s hand and walked back into the operating room. Terrence turned and walked to the desk, asking the field mouse for the local police department number. First he’d have to call Julia, then the police, then his office, then Charlotte’s parents...
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Charlotte first became aware of the pain. Her entire face was throbbing in pain with every heartbeat. Second, she realized how dry her throat was.
“Easy, Charlotte,” she heard someone say. “You just got out of surgery a few hours ago.”
That was Mr. Stouffer, she thought to herself. Surgery? She blinked, trying to clear her eyes. It felt like they had sand in them and she tried to raise her hands, only to realize that she couldn’t move them.
“You’re currently strapped down so you don’t hurt yourself,” Terrence stated, seeing her wrists moving within the straps. “Try not to move.”
The business-ferret turned towards the door. “She’s awake,” he yelled towards the nurse’s station outside the room.
After continually blinking her eyes for a while, the fuzz started to clear from her head, though the pain remained.
“Why....wha....water? Plea...roat...throat. Face hurts.”
“Hold on a moment, honey. I’ve got a water cup with a straw here for you, but you’re going to have to drink it through the side of your mouth.”
That last voice was most definitely not Mr. Stouffer. She cracked her eyes open and saw a large fluffy rodent of some kind leaning down over her with a water bottle in hand. She felt the straw poking into the side of her mouth. Spikes of pain radiated from her nose just at the slight movement, and a tear dripped down her face. A stream of deliciously cool water trickled down the back of her throat, and she gulped it down. After a few moments, the gerbil-lady took it away.
“You hit the front of your face pretty hard, honey. You’re missing a few teeth and have a shattered nasal cavity. You’re going to have to be mighty careful with your nose for a few weeks,” the nurse said.
“Wha.... ha’en?” she asked. “Face hur’. So bad...”
“That’s what we’d like to know.” A police officer, a german shepherd, leaned over her from the other side of her bed with a notebook in hand. “I’m Officer Hoffman.”
The nurse stepped back. Then Mr. Stouffer was standing next to her, and she felt him grasp her hand. “The school called me and said you’d been involved in some kind of altercation,” Terrence said. “Do you remember what happened, Charlotte?”
“No... I... wai... I wah in history clash, then bio’ogy clash... wi’ Hikari... then ‘ash clash... then Diego...” she said, trying not to move her lips so as to minimize the pain.
The police officer continued to scratch away with his pen. After she’d gone quiet for a few moments, he prompted her. “So you had history, then biology, then... math?” he asked, waiting for her affirmative. “What about the other two? Hika-something and Diego?”
“Hikari. He in... bio’ogy class... Going to mee’... during wunsh,” she slurred out.
“What species?” the officer asked, still making notes.
“Umm... monkey. He... pink fashe... white ‘ur.”
“A monkey with a pink face and white fur? And Diego?”
“Yeah. Diego... fox... wi’... tan ‘ur... He kee’ a’king me out... He... annoying.”
“A fox with tan fur who keeps asking you out and is annoying?” the officer asked, waiting for her confirmation. “Are you dating the other... Hikari?” the german shepherd asked, still writing notes.
“No.”
“Friends?”
“No... We jush... ‘et.”
“So you were in history class, then biology class with Hikari, a monkey who you just met, then math class, then you saw Diego, a fox who is annoying and keeps asking you out. Did I get all that right?”
“Yeah,” she confirmed.
The officer scratched away in his pad, and the ache in her nose continued to grow. Her eyes turned back to Mr. Stouffer.
“Could... I ‘et shometing for... pain? Noshe rea’y, rea’y hur’.”
“Sure thing, Charlotte,” the ferret replied, “Let me go grab a nurse. I’ll be right back.”
The officer watched the business-fur leave the room, then turned his attention back to the young woman in the hospital bed. She’d have been beautiful if not for the neck brace and swollen nose. He continued to take notes and asked for a few more details.
“Do you remember what happened after history?” he asked. “Was Diego harassing you?”
“Yeah. He show’ at ‘y locker again a’ter clash, when I got my wunsh and ‘ursh... he was annoying ‘ike ushual, and when he made ‘at shu’id commen’ a’out ‘urying hish ‘one... I yewwe’ a’ hi’. I don’...” she trailed off, not remembering what she’d said.
“So he was at your locker, annoying you, and said something, and you yelled at him. I couldn’t make out what, exactly. Was it inappropriate? Sexual?” he asked. The lisp from her missing bicuspids and shattered muzzle made it hard to understand what she was trying to say.
“Uh... Yeah. He ‘akesh shexua’ commensh ‘ike that a ‘ot. He shinks he’ ho’ shuff caush he’ go’ ‘oney, but he jush a shlacker and shka’er. I would no’ ‘e shurprise if he shends ha’ his time out of shchool shtoned.”
The german shepherd raised an eyebrow at that, then sighed. A lot of the kids in the Tualatin area were well off, and weed was surprisingly easy to get a hold of.
“Okay. Well, that’s all for now then. I’ll be heading over to the school to investigate, then I’ll probably need to ask you some more questions. Are you living with Mr. Stouffer?”
“Yesh. I... housh... housh-maid.”
His hackles went up, wondering if he’d just come across a labor trafficking victim or worse. “You live with them, you’re their housemaid, and you’re a minor?”
“Yesh. Emanshipated minor.”
“So you’re an emancipated minor. You get paid? They treat you okay?” he asked.
“Oh yesh, I got enou’ shaved to for college, plush I get roo’ and ‘oard, closhe, inshuransh... it’sh great. They’re shuper nishe, too. ‘ey treat ‘e ‘ore like fa’ily than anything else.”
“Enough for college, plus room and board, clothes and insurance? They’re nice and they treat you like family?” he asked, hoping he’d heard her right.
“Yesh,” she confirmed.
He relaxed at that. It was unusual, but technically not illegal if she was emancipated. “Good. Well, I’ve got to go. If you think of anything else, I’m going to give Mr. Stouffer my card. Or you can call the local police station and ask for Officer Hoffman. Get well soon, miss.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
With that, Charlotte relaxed and closed her eyes, waiting for Terrence to get back with some pain meds. Her nose really, really hurt.",
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