User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Hellhound JOVA82

Prompt: Anger Management

I sigh, getting comfortable in my seat, already exhausted from everyone elses problems I've dealt with today, but between her condition, insitence and the promise of pain if I leave, there's not much else I can do.

"So... what exactly happened to put you into this condition?" Growling at me, she gives me a glare.

"What happened? WHAT HAPPENED?!" She shoots out of the chair, all but throwing it through the wall with the force of it. "He cheated on me! He fucking cheated on me with that big breated milk toting bimbo!" Well, that paints a pretty good picture, and I take a deep sigh. "How could he do that to me?! How could he go out and fuck that fucking cow!" Waiting for her rant ot come to an end, I learn some very creative insults to use against a holstaur should the need ever arise.

When she finally collapses into another seat, panting and letting her body hang limp, I get a chance to speak. "Well, did you ever think about if she caught him with something red? If he was wearing a shirt, or even a scarf, she may have jumped him without him having a chance to stop her." She growls quietly, not even looking at me.

"You think I didn't come up with that first? When I found him I was ready to beat that bitch into burger, but he actually defended her. Can you believe it? He was telling me about how I was overreacting, how it was all fine, and he was just helping a friend. Bullshit! He said I was being a bitch, that it was cruel of me to hurt her for something he did, and I... I...." Suddenly clamming up, I look on curiously as she holds her hands up to her face, looking into her shaking paws.

"What did you do?" I ask softly, standing up to get a little closer to her.

"I... I hurt him. I didn't mean to, but... he was being a prick and, and he was defending that woman, but... but I...." She breaks down into tears, crying into her hands. I give her a pat on the shoulder, before she grabs me and wraps me up in a tight hug.

"I didn't mean too! I-I-I didn't want to do it, but I was j-j-just so mad with him!" Continuing to pat her on the back, I let her cry herself out before trying to ask again.

"What did you do to him, miss?" She sniffles a bit more before pulling up, wiping her eyes on a paw.

"I... I broke his arm. It was an accident, I swear, but.. but I did it, and that cow swore at me and kicked me out. I was so shocked by it I couldn't think of anything else. I was blaming her for it, for tempting him and making him sleep with her, but... but I just did that because I was angry, so I needed to calm down and... and my friends said you were great at doing that so... so yeah." Continuing to pat her on the back, I nod along to her story.

"So, you hurt him, probably emotionally too. But in the same moment, you hurt yourself. It was an outburst, an emotional response. You'd never intentionally hurt him, right?" She shakes her head vigorously.

"Never! He was my man, and I couldn't imagine being without him. But now...."

"No buts, now you need to apologise, and give him some space to think. If you just cling to him, he'll be scared of you for the rest of your lives." She nods to me, still calming down.

"R-right. Right. But... but what about her? That cow bitch? If I'm not there to look after him, she will be, and... I don't want her to take him from me...."

"Well, if he really loves you, even after this, then he'll come back to you. You should go find him and apologise, tell him you'll do whatever you have to to make it up to him. If he cares, he'll let you look after him. If not, then remember this when you find another man." She takes a few moments to process this, before giving me a much softer look, smiling a little.

"You... you're really good doc. Thanks for helping me out, I think... I think I'll do that. He's probably at the hospital right now. There with her" She says it with venom, clenching her fists.

"Don't worry about her. You're going to be there for him, she's not important to you, is she?" She shakes her head.

"No, no, the only thing I need is him. As long as I can have him...." She nods to herself, getting up and running out the door with barely a half heard "thank you" as she goes. With a sigh, I pack myself up and head out for a relaxing night at home.

I'd only been home for a few hours, when my door was practically being beaten down. Checking the eye hole, I panic as I see a swaying hellhound on the other side. Before I can think about locking it she bursts through, arms draping over me and alcohol on her breath.

"I-it d-di-din't work doc. H-he jus *hic* jus tol me to go get ffffffucked." Stumbling under her inebriated weight, I ask one of two questions that immediately come to mind.

"How did you find where I lived?" She giggles a bit, hiccupping again as I drop her onto my couch, one arm dragging me down with her.

"I called a ffffriend. Shee tttttold me where to find you." Sighing in exasperation, I don't ask who she called that knew where I lived.

"How much did you drink?" She looks at me confused for a few moments, before she gets a big grin on her face.

"You'rrrre kinda cute, doc... you got a girlfriend? Wife?" Sighing, not needing to deal with an inebriated hellhound tonight, I let her stay on the couch, only to hear a thump from behind me. Turning around I see her on the ground, groaning and trying to get onto her feet. With a sigh, and against my better judgement, I walk over to her, reaching down to pick her up, only to be grabbed and pulled down into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, I just... let me snuggle." Before I can even answer she's started snoring, and I can't help but let out another sigh as I get myself comfortable.

The next morning I'm woken by a groan, and find myself still clutched tightly by the hellhound. As she looks down at me, there's a spark of confusion, before she recognises me, letting her head fall back against the carpet. "Damnit, so that really happened, huh? He really said...." I don't say anything, just wait for her to let me go. "Damn, I really fucked up, huh? I can't believe he'd just... break it off like that." She groans again and holds her head. "Fuck, how much did I drink?"

"Too much is the obvious answer. If you let me go, I can get you some water." Feeling the iron grip holding me in place loosen, I get up and grab the biggest glass I can find, filling it with water and walking back to the lounge, where she's managed to get into a sitting position. I hand her the glass, and she immediately begins to down it.

"Ah, thanks." She hands me the already empty glass, and I decide to use a pitcher if she wants more. "I guess you're gonna kick me out now?"

"I should, but I guess you can stay here until you get over the hangover." Again I'm pulled into a steel grip hug.

"Thank you! I promise to not break anything. You helped me so much yesterday, and now today too...." She gives me a look I can work out as only seductive. "I think I need to repay you...." She forcefully kisses me on the lips, alcohol still strong enough to smell as she pushes me down to the ground, mounting me and shredding my pants. "To the man who calmed me down, let me give you a special reward." She removed her own undergarments with just as much care and lowered herself down onto me with a sigh of relief.

An hour later and I was still laying flat on the carpet in my living room, the hellhound cuddled up next to me happily. "I guess I should properly introduce myself." I say, putting a hand on her head. "I'm Arlan Cadin, and what's your name?" She looks at me with big eyes, before cuddling into me again.

"Oh, you're so cute. I'm Tharja. And you, my adorable little man, are my new boyfriend. I... I promise not to break you too." The sincerity and pain in her voice leaves little doubt that she means it, and I sigh again, knowing better than to try and reject a hellhound. At least if anyone does get out of hand with my counciling meetings I know I'll be safe.