The Owl

Rage

 The space of the living room consumed me when I walked in behind my father. There was a grand staircase that split in two and weaved to the top of the steps. Both ends were closed off by double black oak doors. Below the stairs there was a baby-grand pushed into the corner, a stoked fireplace in front of a black leather sofa that curved into a U shape and was on top of a white spotless rug that run up to the border of the glass doors leading to the back yard. How in the hell did all of this fit into the tiny house?! The realization that I had my mouth open wasn't in my mind until my dad reached over and tapped his hand under my chin.

 "Big isn't it? The outside is just for show really, just some extra protection."

"Protection from who dad?" his bushy eyebrows pulled together and his smile lines deepen

"This isn't the safest neighborhood to live in Mel, I wouldn't want some too break in here and rob us blind." he rolled my bag over to the stairs. My father was a tall man, with a stocky figure, brown locks like mine and a hansom smile. My mom use to tell me that's why she fell for him in the first place. Dad worked pretty good building jets for a living wasn't exactly a McDonald's job, but it did mean he had to away from home a lot another reason why he and mom argued so much. He had a fat bank but my mom being the person she is didn't want him for the money, she only took what she needed and my dad gave it to her. But she hated needing things from my dad because he would never let them go, another reason for arguing.

"Dad wait," he paused on the steps with my suitcase

 "Mel whatever you have to say can wait until I show you your room, but I really have to go in thirty minutes so we have to make this quick okay?" I haven't even been here for ten minutes and he was already off again, shaking my head I made my way up the wide staircase and followed my dad into the small corridor that lead into a high celling room. It was a nice purple tint with gold embroidery around the edges of the wall, a sun shaped clock was in the middle of the center wall to the left was a balcony and to the right was a medium walk in closet. The furnishers was a honey brown king sized bed , two white dressers, and a couch at the end of the bed. All of this was on top of a shagged brown rug.

"This is your room Mel, hope it's okay. I didn't really have time to clean up-"

"What's going on here dad? NONE of this makes sense," throwing my hands up in confusion.

"What do you mean, you don't like your room? There's another down the hall?"

"It's not the room dad. Everything's going crazy today! First mom telling me that she basically doesn't want me anymore and you acting like you didn't know because she probably didn't tell you, then that stalker guy on the plane, now I'm here in a big ass house in the middle of nowhere but everyone keeps telling me that it's so dangerous. What's dangerous about the old lady walking her dog next door dad?" deep ragged breaths came through me, I wasn't aware I could get so angry so fast.

"Mel you need to calm down,"

"DONT TELL ME TO CAL-" all of a sudden the sides of my vision got blurry and red and my whole body felt as if it was on fire and I was vibrating all over.

"MELANIE TURNER BATES, CALM DOWN NOW."  I tried to focus on his voice but it sounded miles away, my mind was being pulled into a deep fog and I couldn't get of it. The room I was in looked so small in my eyes as if I was looking down the wrong end of a telescope. Then everything rushed forward again like a chain being pulled in the in the back of my mind. I opened my eyes finally and everything around me was fine again. There was no red blurry edges and no tinted walls, everything was in its place except the look of horror on his face.

"Dad what's wrong? I'm sorry I blew at you I don't know what to do," he looked at me in a frozen face of horror still maintained on his face. "Dad, what is it?" he just looked from my eyes to the floor, and when I did I gasped in shock. There was a soft blue flame coming up out of the rug and to the heels of my feet which were about six inches of the ground. "Woah," I tried to step back and as I did the blue flame followed keeping me up in the air like blue solid blocks.

"Dad, please help. What do I do?" he eased towards me with his hands out as if I was a dangerous animal about to attack. "What I need you to do is channel your energy to the ground,"

"What does that even mean?" I felt my body lift high off the ground until the top of my head hit the celling.

"Mel, just think about the ground and how much you want your feet to be there." taking deep breaths and closing my eyes I thought of the ground and all the things I had stepped on. The soft carpet in the room, the gravel from racing my brother down the road at our old house, and the sand at the beach last summer. As I thought of all these things I felt as if hands were pushing me down to the ground and the back of my converses touch the floor again.

"There baby its okay," my dad pulled me into a hug and wrapped his arms around me softly and I felt the tears from my wet face on his shirt.

"Dad, what..what" I couldn't talk through the broken sobs and gasp of air I drunk in greedily.

"Just breathe Mel, it's okay now."
     But things were far from okay, in fact they were going to get a lot worse.