I pulled my arm back, fully intending on hitting Lucy again.

“Wait Cee Cee.” Lucy cried. “Please…”

“What?” I spat vehnimentally. I saw her face fall. I softened my face and my tone and said again, “What?”

“I just..” She was close to tears. I decided to let her talk. I wouldn’t but in or anything.

“Lucy… just tell me what happened..please.” I closed my eyes and prepared myself for what I was about to hear.

“Well, like I said..I was drunk..” She began. “Which I know is not an excuse.” She said in a rush. She took a breath in to calm herself and continued..

“I was out with my friends drinking. And I had to much. I was on my way home when I hit.. Cotton. I was soo ashamed of myself I couldn’t possible have faced the owner. i had no idea it was your dog Cee Cee. I swear. I feel completly horrible about it. I came straight home. I have a massive hang-over, which I deserve, and have been crying scince I found out it was your dog I had..killed.. Please, please Cee Cee, forgive me?” she begged.