Chapter 8

That night was not the best night of my life. I had a nightmare. I was in Lucky's house, looking around, and I saw Lucky, with an evil look in his eyes.

"Lucky?" I said, a little worried. Lucky walked closer, his eyes bright red.

"You've made me mad, Cookie," he said. "And now you must pay the price."

"How? What did I do?" I asked him. Lucky didn't saw anything. He just started getting bigger and bigger, looking like a giant werewolf from those old movies you see on TV. His fur started getting bushier, and his teeth started turning into fangs. I ran for my life up the stairs, Lucky's bedroom door was locked so I turned around and started running down his hall. It appeared endless. Actually, it was endless! I just kept running and running. Lucky was catching up. Soon I was going to be wolf meat. I fell and I turned around. Lucky was getting closer in my face. I knew I was as good as dead.

"Cookie…" he said.

"Get away!" I yelled.

"Cookie…" he said again.

"Get away from me! I don't want to be wolf meat!" I screamed.

Lucky grabbed me and started shaking me. I started screaming and started punching him.

"Cookie!" he yelled. I opened my eyes and saw that he was back to normal. We were still in his room.

"Oh my God!" I said. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay Cookie," he said. "You were just having a nightmare."

"It was scary Lucky," I told him.

"What was it about?" he asked.

"You," I said.

"I sort of thought so," he replied. "I put all of that stuff into your head. To make it up, I'll make you some breakfast-in-bed. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great," I told him. Lucky put some clothes on and left the room to make breakfast.

He seems nice now, I said to myself. But one day, he's going to snap, and I'm going to be first on his list.

I sat there for about twenty minutes, thinking about my dream I had. It was still fresh in my mind. Lucky turning into a werewolf, his fur getting bushier, his teeth turning into fangs, it was all too much.

"Here you go sweetie," Lucky said.

I jumped about five feet in the air. Well, not literally of course. He was walking in with a giant metal plate with a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, with a little flower with a vase on the side. It looked beautiful.

"Thank you," I said to him.

"No problem, anytime," he said.

"How could you carry it like that, you know, without the vase falling and all that?"

"I was a waiter at Jony's," he said.

"I know that place!" I exclaimed. "Me and Strudel would hang out there every day since seventh grade!"

"Hey!" It was Lucky's turn to exclaim. "That's when I worked there! I only worked there to provide money on the table!"

"You mean-"

"Yep, that's when I started living by myself."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Well, my parents died."

"Oh my God! You poor thing!" I said.

"Yeah, but that was the past. I'm looking forward to the future. I can see Mom proud of me now."

"But what about your dad?" I asked.

"My dad was a drunk. He didn't care about anybody. He would go out every night to the bar to get a beer and some chicks that he would have sex with in the local motel. He was such a scumbag."

Wow. So this is how Lucky feels towards his dad, I thought.

"My dad never cared about me. All that he cared about was beer, drugs, and sex, the bastard."

"Well you don't have to worry about him anymore," I said.

"Thank God," Lucky replied.

I began to eat my breakfast in bed. Lucky stood watching me. I think he was eye-balling the bacon he made.

"Can I have some bacon?" he asked. "I haven't eaten in weeks!" He started acting like he was a starving British boy.

"No," I said jokingly, and took a bite out of a piece of bacon.

"You're mean," he said jokingly.

"Alright, here you go," I said. I tossed the bacon in the air and he jumped and caught it in his mouth.

"Good boy," I said.

I started laughing and then Lucky laughed with me. We started eating my breakfast together peacefully.

"Hey, what're you doing for a job now?" I asked.

"Eh, nothing really. Internet stuff."

"Like…?"

"Answering surveys."

"You can do that now!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, you were able to do it since last year."

"Cool! I should try it sometime!"

"You should! It's a lot of fun!"

It was settled, I was officially going to get a job. And I didn't even have to leave home!

"Speaking of which," Lucky said, "I've got to check my e-mail and see if anymore surveys have come up."

"Then go do it," I said.

"I will," Lucky replied, and he left the room.

Now I was all alone again. I just sat there, feeling comfortable. It was nice.

"I wish I could do this more often," I said to myself.

"Hey, Cookie, come check this out!" Lucky called.

"Coming!" I called back.

I put some clothes on and ran downstairs. I saw Lucky's face and knew that something was up. He had that guilty smile on his face again. I looked on the screen and I couldn't believe my eyes. My mom was on the cover of PlayPooch magazine!