The Wattpad chick

~Chapter five~

'Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water.'

-Christopher Morley

9 YEARS AGO

Papa picks me up, his kind muddy eyes twinkling. I look up at him, my little seven year old hands pulling at his blue spectacles, just so he would put me down and let me walk like all the other kids there.

"No mija," he laughs, holding my hands from taking his glasses off, "papa gets blind without his specs. You want waffles, don't you? Papa won't be able to get you one if you take off his specs."

My ears pick up at the mention of waffles.

"Waffles!" I exclaim, giggling happily.

"Yes kiddo," he chuckles, looking around in the vast room, "c'mon, let's get you your favourite food."

He sets me down, clasping my little hand firmly in between his large one.

We are in the local mall, a place I love to visit with my papa. The food court is crowded to the maximum today, filled with different sorts of people. Papa and I walk to the waffle shop in the corner.

"One choco chip waffle with extra nutella filling please." Papa orders, laughing at the gleeful expression on my face.

The man with the chef's hat nods, smiling down at me. We wait while he shuffles his way around the shop, making the waffles.

A man walks up to the waffle shop. He is around six feet tall with dark eyes and hair. I see papa stiffen and clench his fists as soon as he notices the man. Little did I know that this man would be eliciting the same response me a few years after.

"Richard," he says, in a low voice, smirking at papa, "thought I'd find you here."

"I have nothing to say to you, Arnold." My dad quips, looking straight ahead.

"But I do," Arnold drawls, leaning in smugly, "I have much to say to you. How about we start with the papers?"

Papa inhales deeply, closing his eyes and trying to calm his seething self.

"I'll hand them over to you tomorrow." He replies finally.

"And will they be signed?" Arnold asks in a mocking tone.

"Yes Arnold," papa snaps, "now leave me the hell alone. I'm here to spend some quality time with my daughter."

"Well then I'll not pester you any longer," Arnold says coolly, "just give them to me tomorrow."

He walks away, heading to a table where a lady is seated with her back to us. He plants a kiss on her cheek and says something to her, smiling widely.

The aroma of the waffles distract me and I turn my head to the shop, grinning from ear to ear at the magnificent sight in front of my greedy eyes.

Papa picks the plate of waffles up as we move to an empty table nearby.

"Here you go, mija." He says, his tone now slightly strained.

I grab my waffle sandwich and bite into it, closing my eyes as the delicious taste fills my mouth. It's only after swallowing a mouthful that I remember my manners.

"Do you want a bite papa?" I ask hesitantly.

"No Skylar," he laughs, sensing my inner battle, "you have it."