Loving wolves

Chapter 9

 

Alex.

The heavy noise of dishes banged against the drums of my ears. I pulled a pillow on the top of my head covering my face up to my neck trying to  block out the noise before I lose all my senses. I cherish my sleep and I wouldn't want plates and cups to disturb it. 

After battling with my pillow I gave up. The noise was too annoying to sleep through. I sat up pushing my hair out of my face. The light peeked through my open window and illuminated the room. I sighed as I rubbed my eyes.Loud footsteps on the stairs were getting closer and closer until dad burst in to the room. "Happy Birthday Alex!" He chimed.  "What's all the noise for?" I asked. "I was in the kitchen" he answered. "Now come downstairs"He ordered as I watched him slam the door and rush downstairs.

I decided to take a nice, calm  shower. I ran my fingers through my hair, straightening out the tangles my fingers caught on. I stripped off my clothes and through them to the side.The water from the shower head was warm as it touched my bare back. Droplets clung on to the shower curtain as I massaged my scalp with shampoo. It smelt of strong lavender. I sighed as I turned the knob of the shower head and wrapped a white towel over my shivering body.  

I quickly slipped on my jeans and cherry red sweatshirt. The sweatshirt clung on to me like a shivering puppy. I brushed my black hair and tossed it over my shoulder to stop the water from my hair seeping through my sweatshirt. I looked in front of the antique mirror sitting in isolation near opposite to the sink. I stared at my pale face. 

What does Chase see in me?  I frowned as I stared at my empty blue eyes and pale skin and the few splatters of brown freckles sprinkled on the bridge of my nose. My lips were dry and rough. My dark black hair wasn't worthy of sight seeing either.  

I ran downstairs, leaping on every step, childishly. The delicious scent of waffles wafted through the air and welcomed my nose with open arms. I landed off the stairs with a thud then sprinted off into the kitchen. 

Dad hastily began taking out utensils out of draws and cupboards and laying them out on the kitchen counters ready to use."What are you making?" I asked watching as he paced back and forth across the kitchen taking out random ingredients from the shelves. "I'm trying to bake a cake" he answered. I could see the struggle in his eyes as he looked at the cook book perplexedly. He stroked his chin fidgeting with his slight stubble.

"The last time you baked anything was when I was 5. Those poor muffins were burnt  to crisp" I chuckled. He frowned at me. "Hey, at least I'm trying. I'm going to bake you a cake" He said as he smiled. He picked up flour and emptied it out into a large bowl. "Can't we just order a cake?" I asked. "Why spend money when we can make it right here" He argued.

"Good luck dad" I rolled my eyes. He scoffed at my comment. "You'll be needing luck once you taste the delicious cake made from my hands." he remarked. I watched as he tried to flip the pancakes and stir the cake mix at the same time. He then flipped the pancakes on a plate with ease and gave it to me.

"I need to talk to you" he spoke. I looked up from my plate and caught his eyes. "About what?" I asked, resting my fork back on the counter. "Eat your food. I'll explain soon" he answered and then resumed adding ingredients in to the cake mix. I furrowed my eyebrows then looked back at my plate. Great, I have lost my appetite. I poked the pancakes with my fork 

I watched as dad slip the cake mix in to the oven and threw his oven mitts to the side. He walked out of the kitchen and upstairs. I sat restlessly, my feet tapping against the hard wood waiting for an answer.