My Hero Is My Dad

Sick

Crystal's POV
*dream
I was running away from that crazy therapeutic lady. She keeps telling me to stay away from my dad. I felt like I've ran forever. He wasn't nowhere to be found. We are usually in the living room but this time we were EVERYWHERE. I all of a sudden bump into him at the end of the hallway.
"Hey sweetheart"-he says.
I was getting ready to run into his arms but he reached over me. I look up to realize I'm not being chased anymore but worse. My dad was hugging my therapist. The lady who makes my life miserable.
I woke up sweating EXTREMELY. It was 4:30 in the morning and there was no way I was going back to sleep. I decided to grab some water to cool myself down. It was late when I fell asleep in the first place. What if I played sick? I wouldn't have to see that stupid therapist. I'm actually eating more than I used to but I doubt it's because of her. Whatever.
I grab my journal jotting down my dream and relax as I sit back drinking my water. I even started drawing pictures after a while. I went to use the bathroom and came back. 5:30 am. Great, I killed an hour. I realized I'm starting to feel much more comfortable in my room. Maybe alone time is all I need. I do a lot more thinking. I saw light rain drops on the window indicating rain. This made me drowsy. Well that and the lavender scents in my wax warmer. I turn it off and lay back down. Soon I drifted back to sleep.
*Morning
I woke up feeling better and more awake. I wasn't gonna let my dad see that. I open my door trying to see if he was even awake. He was actually still asleep on the couch. I goto the bathroom and grab the thermometer and run it under hot water. I place it in my mouth and go back to my room. I purposely cough extremely loud making sure everyone could hear my cough globally. I hear footsteps and a toggling knob. It was my dad. He came to feel my head claiming that I didn't feel like I had a fever.He checks the thermometer in my mouth and tells me to stay in bed for the day. My plan worked! At least I thought.
"Your therapist will come up here today. I don't normally allow food up here but since your sick I'll make an exception."
Oops, I've already snuck avocados in here a while ago. Oh well. It was actually 10 am and she was supposed to visit at noon. Great. The sad part is I'm not actually sick, meaning I can't get her sick. My dad brings me things to do since I'd be in bed all day. I've got to say the Walkman he gave me was nice. It was calming to listen to music while writing and drawing. It distracted me from what I'd have to deal with later on.
*Noon
I hear a knock on my door but ignore it knowing who it would be. I roll my eyes once the door is open, but get scolded by my dad for doing so. Great, maybe I can drain her out with the activities I have. She did the same thing as always. Threatened me and forced me to eat something I didn't want. What else is new. Maybe one day my dad will hear our conversation someday. He is so oblivious to the situation.