St Chaos Healer

Ch 14 - One last glance

Mother and father were taking their sweet time, so I was helping out the driver to store the luggage in the carriage. It was a bit awkward for the driver and he seemed to avoid looking me in the eye.

My mom and dad were squabbling out loud and it was very loud and clear.
Even I felt a little embarrassed.

Just when I was in the midst of helping-

"Ben!" I heard a girl's voice.

Turning my head, I saw a young girl almost the same age as me who was dressed in a blue frock. She had bob-cut black hair with a blue lily flower just above her ear. One of her arms was made of a wooden prosthetic arm. Meanwhile, her other arm was behind her, as if she was hiding something. She wasn't wearing any shoes, again barefoot.

But her beautiful brown eyes were round and moist staring at me as if she will cry any second now.

It was none other than Heather.

I leaped down from the carriage and went to meet her.
"Good morning, I never thought you would wake up soon," I said with a sneer.

"You are such an asshole! You told me you will wake me up first thing in the morning," she replied angrily.

Oh yes, I did promise her something like that.
It almost slipped my mind.

Heather isn't a morning girl, she always tends to wake up late almost at noon. She was pampered a lot by her mother and daughter. But her father is a downright alcoholic jerk sadly. She learned all the foul language from the time when her father used to abuse her mother.

Two years ago the domestic abuse escalated to such an extent that the town elders had to get involved. Later the townsfolk helped put her father into a rehabilitation center with the help of using a guild request. From then on her upbringing has been a lot better ever since.

But sadly she had already been infected with a foul mouth personality, thanks to her abusive father.

I lightly hit Heather with a chop on her head,
"Language."

She suddenly burst into tears, sobbing like a child all of a sudden.
She knitted her eyes and wailed out as if someone had died or something.

Hey, I know I have been strength training and my physique is better than an average kid. Not bragging or anything. But I know that chop hardly hurts her.
It was just light pat.

Even the driver now started giving me this weird look.

I grabbed her shoulder,
"Oi, that was just a light chop. What's with all the crying and drama?"

Heather didn't respond, just wailed and sobbing loudly.
This went for a minute.

"Alright, alright. I am sorry. Now stop crying." I apologized and rubbed her head, "Did it hurt here?"

I glanced and even the driver was staring daggers as if I was someone who committed a heinous crime in public view. I had no choice but to apologize.

Heather shook her head.
She was still crying but at least she was quite down.

She looked at me with teary eyes,
"Do you have to go?" she asked me.

"Of course I have to go. I had told you yesterday." I replied.

"I hope you don't become a mage."

"Heather!" I exclaimed angrily, "You know how important this is for me. I have been training for so long. Now I finally have a chance to see if I can be a mage and exact my reven-"