The ride home was a quiet one, and upon arriving on the property with everyone stepping out. He watched as some men were walking with him. Once they were gone, his attention turned to the girl who introduced herself as Rina. He didn't really say much of anything as he glanced at the home he would be staying in. At least it would be quiet, right? Looking back at Rina, he spoke only a few words to her, "I'm Jack... I don't trust you one bit" to which, he walked off towards the house. Jack didn't have much trust in these new people, especially his owner. He was a drunk for sure. How did he get stuck with a rich drunk? As he walked to the house, he glanced over his shoulder to look at Rina before heading up the few steps to the porch and heading inside.<br/><br/>The house was small, but it catered to his needs, which were simple. A place to sleep, a kitchen for his meals even though he could not cook for the life of him. And of course a bathroom with a shower. It was dark in the house, but Jack didn't mind it, taking off his shoes and setting them by the front door. Walking over to a old worn out couch in the living room, he turned on a lamp, dimming it a bit before he collapsed onto the couch, sighing heavily.<br/><br/>Jack was lying on his back, his head propped up by a pillow resting against the arm of the couch. His tail dangled off the couch as he held a arm over his eyes, resting for a bit. He would eat something, but he never learned how to cook, therefore, food was going to be tough for him. His stomach growled a bit, but he ignored it, shifting to lie on his side, closing his eyes and drifting off a bit with an empty stomach. He seemed to be dreaming, well, not much of a dream as it was a nightmare.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Jack was remembering back to when he was a child, enjoying life with his parents and little sister. He remembered their smiles and how happy they were. The next minute, they were ripped away from him, beaten, and killed. His sister was brutally murdered in front of him, due to being ill at the time. Jack on the other hand, was young and healthy, so he was the only one taken away. He remembered being thrown into the back of a truck, bound by men and taken away from his home. Another scene shifted over to him being displayed out on the market when he was 14, covered in cuts and bruises. The scenes would change over and over in his mind, even until the present time, when he was bought off by his new owner. </span>It truly was a nightmare, which costed Jack to toss and turn in his sleep, so uncomfortable in such a situation.