The Warkaric

Chapter Two

The door creaked open, and I could feel the stranger's presence disappear. My grandmother entered the room hunched over on her dark wooden cane. She was dressed in a light green jacket with her favorite color, yellow, as an undershirt. I noticed her eyebrows were furrowed in worry, "Everything okay, Serilda?" My grandmother asked as she stepped into the room.

"Yup, Gamma, I was just studying for school tomorrow," I replied, hoping the room was dark enough to hide my flustered expression.

"Studying? Why you haven't done that since-" My grandmother was cut off by a whistling sound that came from downstairs.

"My tea!" She exclaimed, her eyes growing wide from realization. She seemed to run faster downstairs to her tea than The Flash himself. I lifted my hand waving to the empty doorway that was once occupied by my grandmother's presence.

"Is she always like that?" I heard a deep voice ask from the foot of my bed. I turned my attention back to the stranger. He stood in front of my dresser with a tilted head of curiosity, and I noticed his wolf-like ears were tilted forward at attention.

"You don't mess with that woman's tea," I responded, in a serious tone, "Who are you?" I asked, still gripping my phone tightly in my sweaty palms. The man crossed his arms and leaned against the dresser.

"My name is Alex, and I was told to come here-" Alex started to say, but a picture frame that was on top of my dresser fell to the floor. I stepped onto the cold floor walking towards the fallen object.

"Sorry I didn't mean to." Alex muttered when we both reached down towards the frame. I picked up the photograph quickly as his hand brushed alongside mine.

The photo was of a young girl with a large grin across her face from ear to ear. She had blue eyes that sparkled in the sun's rays, and blonde hair that was being ruffled by someone's hand. My mind began to drift towards a memory.

***

I woke up to a loud ringing sound that bounced off my walls. Pushing my hand down on my alarm clock; I shut it off with my head still buried in my pillow. Opening my heavy eyelids I looked at the time. It was close to three in the morning. I lifted my head quickly as blonde hair fell in my face. He should be home soon!

Pulling the covers away; I stepped onto the icy floor. The sudden coldness sent shivers up my arms making me feel wide awake. I went to the old desk that waited for me steadily by the bedroom door. Quickly, I rummaged through my desk and found what I wanted. The paper was delicately placed in the drawer, and it was away from any heavy books that might crinkle it. I let out a sigh of relief that the paper was in perfect form still. I will give it to him this time for sure!

I pulled on some socks that were laying on the floor and headed downstairs. The wood creaked under my weight, and I heard the front door unlock then close. Picking up the pace, I went into the living room to our front door. The room was deserted, with only a single jacket swaying on the coat rack.

I turned around tearing through the kitchen and took a left down a hallway that led to his office. I held the paper in my right hand with a pencil. Then lifted my free hand to knock on the door.

"Not now, Serilda." An annoyed voice sounded from behind the door. I took a step back with a slight pang in my chest. I could feel water fill my eyes, but I refused to let my tears fall. I let go of the paper that was held in my small hand.

The paper slowly swung to the ground. I love my Dad! The writing on the paper said with a red crayon marking. The paper had a drawing of two stick figures side by side with a heart alongside them. I make time for you, but you never have a moment for me.

***

I put the photo in my dresser immediately before I had the chance of looking at the figure.

"Is that your father in the photograph?"

"Why are you here, Alex?" I demanded wanting to change the topic.

"A man named, Jacob Vaylen, told me to come here. I need to speak with him." Alex expressed quickly as he glanced around the room. Abruptly, I felt a sharp pain hit my chest at the sound of my father's name.

"My father? He's dead."

I noticed Alex's face dim as he peered downwards at the floor with a shadow overlaying his face. His ears were down, and his shoulders leaned forward in defeat.

"When?" Alex questioned, with a hand on his face.

"A couple months ago."

"That can't be right... I spoke with him last week." Alex replied reaching into his jean's pocket.

"Are you telling me my father is still... alive? You might be mistaking him for someone else." I responded before he gave me a piece of paper that was crumbled from his pocket.

I opened the crumbled piece of paper and noticed immediately my father's handwriting. It had my address on the paper, and I noticed the initials were in his handwriting as well, J.V.

"There is a slight chance that he is still alive," Alex breathed with a small amount of relief. He moved his free hand through his crimson hair, and the flame in his eyes seemed to radiate once again.

"Well... do you know where he might be?" Alex questioned as I was looking at the note.

"No, my father and I never had a good relationship," I replied glancing up at Alex who appeared to be around six foot. He scanned around the room with his red eyes and rubbed his hands together with anxiety. Don't say it Serilda... don't...

"Um... we have a spare bedroom? You can stay there for the time being, but you can't let my grandmother see you, of course... with you know... the ears." I stated before unconsciously stretching a hand towards the ears in curiosity. Alex's ears perked up at the decision then twitched when he noticed my hand. I promptly tucked my hand down looking away startled just as much as he was. I have either gone mad or I'm an idiot... maybe both... yeah certainly both at this point...

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