Note: This is not mine, credits to the writer
Summary: You're home with Dodger while Chris is at an afterparty for the Oscars when someone tries to break into your house.
Warnings: home break-in, alcohol mentioned, language
................................................................................................................................................................
You slipped out of your dress, contemplating leaving it in a pile in the middle of the bedroom. Laughing, you kicked it to the side, knowing Chris would've inevitably tripped over it when he came home drunk and given you a hard time about leaving things in the middle of the floor. You threw on a pair of athletic shorts and one of Chris' sweatshirts and made your way back into the living room, seeing a text from Chris.
Chris: did you make it home okay?
You: Yup, getting ready to take Dodge out. Might watch a movie and wait up for ya. Do you know when you'll be home? No rush 😊
Chris: Maybe an hour? If that. Don't forget to set the alarm.
You: See you then, love you
Chris: love you more
You smiled at your phone, walking over to the back door and swinging it open for Dodge to go outside. He hesitated, sniffing at the air before sitting at your feet. You furrowed your brows, trying to usher him outside, "Come on, buddy. Go potty."
He looked up at you, tilting his head to the side, but not moving. "Dodge, honey, go outside." You stood there for a second, waiting for him to walk outside but he never did. You pulled the door shut, twisting the lock and bending down to pat his head, "What's going on buddy?" you studied him for a second before shrugging and settling onto the couch.
You flipped on the TV, scrolling through different movie options, chuckling to yourself when Knives Out was the next recommended movie for you on the screen. You kept scrolling, eventually deciding on The Devil Wears Prada. Dodger joined you on the couch, but not settling like he normally does. He faced the front door, his eyes locked on the door. You brushed it off, thinking that he was just anxious for Chris to come home.
You pulled out your phone, opening Instagram, watching Chris' private story which was a picture of you guys, and then multiple videos of him taking shots with various celebrities. You smiled when a video of him and Bradley Cooper shooting the shit popped up. Normally, you'd stay and hang around with him at the afterparties, but your feet were killing you and it was past midnight, so you got a ride home and told Chris you'd wait up for him. He was having so much fun and you didn't want to pull him away.
Your head snapped up when you heard the door handle jiggle. Chris wasn't supposed to be home this soon? You stayed on the couch, crouching down a little and staring over the back at the front door. The handle jiggled again and all of the hair on Dodger's back stood up, a low growl building in his chest. Your heart pounded in your chest, Dodger was only like this whenever you were approached by weirdos when walking him. He hopped off the couch and walked over, putting himself between you and the door and you knew something was up.
You paused the movie, picking up your phone and calling Chris.
"Hello, darling, what's up?"
You swallowed the lump in your throat, you could hear the music in the background. He definitely wasn't home. "Are you in the front door?" You whispered, hoping you were wrong and it was him trying to come inside.
