It's dark outside. I sneakily step out the door. Doesn't seem like Mommy heard me leave. Good. I walk to the playground down the street and sit on a bench. I rummage around in my breast pocket and fish out the cigarette and lighter that were in there. As I light the cigarette, I quickly glance around, making sure there's nobody here. I take a drag off the cigarette, all the while enjoying its soft crackling. I sit there for a few minutes, listening to music in my left airpod, with my eyes closed.
"Didn't think I'd notice, brat?" I jump and drop the cigarette out of shock. Mommy found me. She picks the cigarette up off the ground and inspects it. "What a naughty puppy, stealing one of Mommy's cigarettes." She says, grinning. It's almost like she's happy that she caught me breaking the rules. Like she's happy that she gets to punish me. "And confusing, considering puppies don't smoke." She gets closer to me as she says it, until there's barely a hair between us. "I-I'm sorry, Mommy." I whisper shyly. "Sorry for what, Pup?" "F-for stealing one of your cigarettes, Mommy." "Wrong answer." "Bu-" "Ssshh... Shut up puppy."
She says it in the sweetest voice imaginable, but it still sounds intimidating. "You know what happens if you get an answer wrong, don't you?" "Y-yes Mommy, if I get an answer wrong, I-I lose 1 to 5 Gold Stars, depending on how far off I was, Mommy." I recite the rule almost exactly as I was taught. "Good girl." I melt upon hearing those sweet words. "However, I think we could do something different this time." I tilt my head questioningly. "Something more... Topical." She says as she brings my focus toward the still lit cigarette. Oh no. "Stick out your tongue for Mommy, pup." I hesitantly stick out the tip of my tongue. "That's not good enough, Mutt." She grabs the tip of my tongue and yanks it as far out my mouth as possible.
She takes a quick drag off the cigarette, blows the smoke in my eyes, and pushes the tip of the cigarette down on my tongue. It burns like Hell. My eyes are watering from the smoke and the pain. "How iconic, using a fag to put out a fag." She giggles to herself. My mouth tastes like ash. I wanna spit it out, but she puts her hand over my mouth. "Swallow." She commands. I swallow almost instinctively. She taught me well, almost alarmingly so.
"M-mommy?" I ask quietly. "What is it, Mutt?" "H-how did you know I was gone? H-how did you know I was here?" A wide grin creeps onto her face. A shiver shoots down my spine. It's that grin that I fear the most. She only has that grin on her face when she's about to do or say something that she knows will make me cower in fear. "Well Mutt, I had a tracker implanted into your skin a few months ago. I always know where you are. ALWAYS." With every word she says, I shrink further. My heart is racing, I can feel it beat in my ears. It's deafening. A tracker? In my skin? Where? Where is it? Where? Where? Where???
Almost as if she can hear what I'm thinking, Mommy says "You won't find it, Honey. I won't tell you where it is. And even if I did, you wouldn't be able to feel it. Besides, it's not like you could remove it. I wouldn't let you." She grabs my chin and stares me right in my eyes.
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