The Last Mermaid.

{XIX} The Storm Outside.

Vanessa was happy when she heard her father coming down the stairs. He was coming on perfect timing since the eggs had just finish being made. He walked into the kitchen, looked the food on the small table, then the messy stove.

She bit her lower lip as she put some eggs on his plate and she grabbed his arm, dragging him over to the table and pulled out a chair. She gave him an innocent smile, ''Please daddy, sit.'' she said since he just stared down at her with a confused look.

He did and she places the plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes in front of him. She ran over to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice. She grabbed a cup as well. She put it next to his plate and poured him some.

When she turned and walked over to make her a plate, he finally spoke, ''Vanessa, I think we should talk about yesterday.''

She bit the right side of her cheek as she got to the stove, ''Later, daddy?" she asked, making herself a plate.

''No, I think now is good. You were out of line yesterday and can't just talk your way out of it. And you came home at one in the morning? Vanessa, that's so unlike you.'' he said as she made her plate slowly.

She finished and walked over to the table. She sat down across him and felt his eyes on her since she avoided eye contact. It hurt knowing she was lying to him and looking at his brown eyes would kill her. ''I know, daddy. Things. . .they haven't been the same. I know.''

''Is it what happened to you?" he asked.

Yes. ''Daddy. . .I'm going threw things right now. . .changes.'' How lame Vanessa!

''Changes?" he questioned and she sighed.

''I'm sorry how I acted yesterday. It was rude and disrespectful of me. I shouldn't have left school, it was wrong of me. I never do anything bad though, you know there's something on my mind if I'm acting weird.'' she said.

''Then talk to me.'' he said

''I can't.'' she answered with a another sigh. She hoped when she woke up this morning she could somehow all avoid this. She wanted to spend her day with her dad doing normal stuff. She wants to lay on the couch and order a movie on demand with him. She wants to relive memories with him. Laugh, cry, and just make today normal.

''Why?" he asked and she hesitated, not sure how she can answer that.

''I-I just don't want to.'' she said, taking a bit of her pancakes. ''If it makes you happy, we can talk about me seeing a therapist Monday. Right now, I just wanna enjoy our Saturday.''

''But Vanessa--''

''Please daddy.'' she said, widen her blue eyes and pouted her bottom lip. ''I said I was sorry.''

He gave me a look he always gave me when he gave in to my look because he was annoyed and hesitated, ''Fine, fine!"

. . .

Vanessa was getting frustrated when she put the spoon in the ice cream, trying to scoop some out for her dad. It was frozen completely solid and it was being stubborn! She was half tempted to put it in the microwave. She did tell her dad to never put it in that far back of the freezer where it's the coldest.

She then thought of something and bit her bottom lip. She thought about it and held her hand out. Forming her hand in a tight fist, she imagined the ice cream melting.

But nothing happened,

''Okay.'' she whispered to herself, strengthen her shoulders and took a deep breath. She carefully eyes the carton of ice cream and tried again.