Trever

My name is Lisa. Im autistic. I went to high school. I got bullied. But that was okay. I had Trever. Trever was my dog. He was my support. The baddest day suddenly became the best with him. But he couldnt go to school with me. And one day, my little brother was going to the park with Trever, all alone. My little brother didnt have a good bond with Trever. So this was strange. 8 hours later. My brother came back, alone. I asked him where Trever was and he said he just went missing. I cried hours. My brother didnt even drop a tear. Almost a year later, i got a call from a friend. He moved to another state recently. He said he found Trever. He said that he was missing a leg. And had many wounds, he was bonded to a latern and if kind people didnt notice him, he would've died. I went to that friend asap. And there he was, Trever. He noticed me in a blink of an eye, and so did i. I took him home, my brother wasnt happy. He was angry. I told my parents and they couldnt do anything without evidence. So they hid a camera while we were away, it was Trever and my brother. I was by the front door and my parents were in the car 1 street away. If something bad happend i would go in. Me and my parents both had view