XIAVARIA: Sleat, The Great #Wattys 2017

XIAVARIA: [Chapter 8]

Chapter 8
Sleat Fross's POV

Wind touched my fair skin and blowed my thick black wavy hair away. I set off the ground as we stopped infront of our house.

Holding my chest with my hands in fist, fast heart beats overruled the noise around. Have they reached my dad? I can't let anything happen to him. I value him in a way I value myself. I took heavy steps as I ran towards the main door.

I opened the door hardhanded leaving Miss Wendenson behind. "Daddy?!" I shouted. "Daddy!" Letting out my loudest voice. But, i get no response. I ran through the threshold and went directly to the kitchen. And there, I saw him holding a knife, cutting the potato into pieces with earphones attatched to his ears. Oh daddy, I was worried.

I sighed for relief. "Daddy," I whispered softly as I hugged him from his back. He was surprised and faced me without delay.

"What's the problem honey, I see you went home early." He said and glanced at his watch. "I thought you'll go home late." He added.

"Tell him Sleat." A voice from behind interrupted us. Dad looked at her, muddled. And gave me a who-is-she-look, so I composed myself and tucked some lose strand of my hair.

"Look, daddy, I'm in trouble." I confessed. He then gave me a you-little-rascal-look. "Oh, dad it's not like I'm in trouble for violating some rules, not literally, but I guess, it's somehow like that." I explained causing him to draw frustration on his face.

"Oh, let him see it!" Miss Wendenson interrupted us again. "Are you crazy?" I asked her, annoyed.

She took the little pot of the plant, with a small, short sprout on it and placed it on the table beside me.

"Make it grow." She demanded like a boss.

"What are you saying?" Dad asked Miss Wendenson but she held daddy's shoulders, and point his direction towards the pot.

"Go ahead Sleat, show him." She whispered through my ears. I took a deep breath and gulped for a moment. I stood straight and stared at the pot. I think i'll be seeing things again. After awhile, I set my mind with what I want to happen to that little plant. Please, grow. I whispered through my head trying to manipulate that plant.

Without further a do, that little sprout did grow and bloomed a yellow small flower on its edge.

Dad was overwhelmed that he hold his breath in. Within seconds, daddy pulled his self together and looked at me confusedly. "You were tricking on me Sleat, don't kid around." He concluded.

"Daddy, I am not kidding around. Seriously, something's wrong with me. I am going crazy, what exactly am I?" I asked him in a frightened manner. He then held both of my shoulders and tried to calm me down.

"Sleat," He uttered. "Daddy, they're going to kill me!" I said distinctly and fear is what you can hear with the sound I made. "Sh, come here." Dad then hugged me.

"Don't be afraid Sleat, you're special. Just like me. You belong to us, not here." Miss Wendenson inserted.

"She's right, you're very special. You're priceless, honey. That's why."

To be continued..