FLOWER

CHAPTER 8.4

Sitting at home is no longer an option, I am immediately forced to hide. Mom's trying to confuse me. mY sister nods. And my skin tingles. I'm going crazy in this hovel. For lack of anything else, I choose the forest. They're up to something. I'm trying to sort everything out in his head. But I'm missing pieces. So that the whole thing takes specific shapes.

Above me, needles and leaves create a beautiful canopy. The sun's rays shine from underneath. Soft moss is like a blanket on the ground, sometimes it covers stones and trees. I walk along a narrow path decorated with ferns and berry bushes on the sides.

Suddenly I hear a rustling noise that begins to get louder. I can't see anything between the dense vegetation. However, my vivid imagination forces me to take precautions. I search my pockets for pepper spray gel. However, I encounter a void. I left the house so quickly that I forgot. I got it in a different sweatshirt. The sound is getting clearer. I take the stones in my hands and put them in my pocket. I have two of them in my hands. I freeze, waiting. Until the rustling stops. Hope is ultimately the last to die.

Finally, I see a large wolf emerging from the bushes. These animals are not smaller. Where did this beast survive in Chernobyl or something? Too much protein was eaten. The beast stares into my eyes with its black eyes. Licking his beautiful teeth with his tongue. This was still missing. Hungry rogue. He growls. He's heading straight for me. I don't give a damn that they are on the verge of extinction. I am my own priority. I throw stones, hitting the target. It's like a tank moving forward. I hit my right eye with the last stone. What finally stops the beasts. Even the animal whines. I take a branch from the ground. Perfect, fits like a glove. I hear rustling behind me and I make it just in time. Hit your newly arrived companion in the face. A few more tries to calm down. And I run like a squirrel to a nearby tree. Wolves have packs, after all. I stop only when my imagination decides that the beast cannot reach it. Fortunately, the tree is tall and I have plenty of room to show off. I look down and the wolf is leaning on the trunk with his front paws.

- No food today! Understood!

He is sniffing the air. And I'm waiting in nerves. Maybe a little further up. He finally gives up. I breathe a sigh of relief. When I hear the call, I almost have a heart attack and lose my stability for a few seconds. I rest my head against the branch and breathe in and out calmingly. I finally answer. Dad's calling.

- You picked up, I must be lucky.

- Whoever has it has it.

- Little flower, you're okay.

- Yes, still in one piece.

- You're not mad at us anymore.

- I'm furious. I'm not going to talk to you.

- What do you want for the opening of negotiations?

- That's not how things are done.

- Little flower, how does it work! Probably something delicious for dinner!

- I'm dinner.

- At least give us a chance.

- Ok ... I want a dog.

- Little flower...

- I even found one. You want to see.

- Baby

- If so, I won't come to the hovel.

- Send a photo.

- I'll switch the call to the camera.

Finally, my face shows up on the phone, and Dad obviously doesn't want to show himself.

- Little flower, you're about to crush this tree with your grip.

- You change the subject.

- Show me that puppy.

I change the lens and point the phone down.

- Are you in the tree?

- Be patient. Moment.

Finally, the camera lens shows three wolves guarding me under the tree. They look majestic, even one of them raises its muzzle. A real model. Another cleans the blood from his muzzle. Maybe I calmed him down too much. But he's actually alive, there's nothing wrong with him. The last one seemed to be sleeping. That's what was missing, they'll take a nap here. And I will bloom here.

- Beautiful, isn't it? - Dad doesn't speak for a while.

- Little flower, you are irreformable. I understand that you are safe for the time being.

- Yes. Send your location. I'll call you back soon.

- Okay, I'm not going anywhere. - Hang up.

I'm stuck in a tree and admire the beasts. I even take some nice shots. They are beautiful from a distance. Suddenly they get up and run in one direction. I waits a while. I slowly climb down the tree. I take the branch in my hands. It is covered in blood here and there. Safety first. I'm calling my dad.

- They're gone.

- He doesn't come down from the tree.

- Dad!

- You have to stay on it

- I won't climb down the tree. Content.

- Climb there immediately.

- Daddy, that's not why I came down.

- What do I have with you? -He sighed. - Connor said he lived nearby and would bring you over. Wait for him. Please.

- Okay.