The Good, the Bad & the Undies.

Three

Three - You were feeling me up !

“Dad!” Belle called out dropping her bag onto the couch of the living room.

“In here,” her father said from the kitchen.

Isabelle face palmed herself when she looked at the kitchen.

It was a mess.

Vegetable peels, wrappers, utensils scattered all over the white marble counter. The pan on the stove was burnt black and grey smoke filled the air around it.

Her father stood by the stove with a giant wooden spoon in his hand, looking guilty.

“I thought I’d cook,” he said then he looked at Isabelle. “Why are you green?”

“Had an accident at school,” she shrugged.

“Honey, what happened? Did somebody do this to you?” he questioned, concern itched on his face. “Tell me. Is it like-“

“It’s nothing dad. I had an accident in the Chemistry lab” Belle cut him off. “You know how clumsy I am,” she said quickly, changing the subject. “You go and unpack and I’ll clean myself up and then cook.”

Her father nodded at stalked out of the room. “We need to hire help to help clean around,” he said before leaving.

Isabelle sighed looking at the kitchen. She was going to have to clean this all up.

She walked up to her room. She still hadn’t unpacked yet. Everything she owned was still inside boxes. She only had her suitcase which contained her clothes and other essentials out.

She grabbed a towel and walked into her bathroom to take a shower.

Once out of the shower, she felt clean and fresh. She was wearing her blue fluffy pants that she loved. They felt warm and soft against her skin.

She towel dried her hair long black hair and made her way to the kitchen.

Most of the kitchen utensils were still inside boxes. Her father and she had a lot of unpacking to do. They had moved in only three days ago and they were busy filling forms for Isabelle’s school and looking at her father’s new office which was bigger than his old one at Chicago.

She decided to make a quick stir fry. She was responsible for cooking, cleaning and basically taking care of her father and she was good at it.

Her father was a dreadful, terrible, awful, horrible and any other word there was to describe how bad of a cook he was. In fact, he was bad at any household work.

After Belle’s mom passed away, which was almost eight years ago, she has been taking care of her father.

Her father was a lawyer and he earned more than enough to not only provide her with everything she needed but also enough for them both to live lavishly. Yes, they were rich but money never really mattered much to them.

After she was done with the stir fry, she dug into one of the box and took out two plates and two glasses. She placed them on the island in the middle of their ‘quite big’ kitchen.

She went on to look for her dad. He was in his study.

He was settling all his books and files. She stood by the door and observed him.

Her father was a tall, fit, handsome man. He had greenish blue eyes that Isabelle inherited. His hair was a dirty blonde-brown shade unlike Isabelle’s jet black hair that she inherited from his late wife.

His name was John short for, Jonathan Nicholas Winters and Isabelle loved him more than anything else in the world and he loved his daughter back.

Remembering that dinner would start getting cold Isabelle said, “Dad, supper’s ready.”