Loving wolves

#21 Suspicion?

I woke up to the sound of heavy footsteps, constantly moving about the corridor, and up the stairs. But I recognised them perfectly. It was dad of course. I could always recognise the sound of his footsteps, ever since I was a child. He was quite a heavy man so he would make quite a lot of noise, in the corridor and stairs. it was the middle of the night, but I knew dad didn't go at this time for work.

No, he's being doing something and I know it. Waking up in the middle of the night and going somewhere. I know his daily routin now. He checks if I'm awake, then walks off outside and into the car. He comes back after an hour or so everyday, and I'm getting a bit worried about him. The moonlight peeked through the window, and danced into my room with the wind. I loved the wind at night, it was far more refreshing than normal morning wind. It always gave me a sense of excitement for some unknown reason.

The hard footsteps continued to follow on and I waited until everything went silent. Then I quickly, jumped out bed. 

I went to my closet, and picked out some jeans, and a random T-shirt. Without hesitation I stripped off my pyjamas and thew them onto my bed. I'm going to find out once and for all what is going on with dad, and where has he been going. I put my hair into a high ponytail. Then Tip-toed out of my room. 

I gently closed my bedroom door then walked over to dad's room slowly so that I don't make much sound. I peaked through the creak in the side of the door and saw dad walk near his bedside table. He leaned forward and pulled on the small draw. He put his hand in and scooped out a red rose. Why would dad want a rose? Is he seeing somebody? I rolled my eyes at myself. I definatly sounded like an over attached girlfriend then.  

He seemed to fiddle with the rose firm in his hand. He sat back down and seemed to be in deep thoughts, staring into the mid-air. He then snatched off the car keys off his messed up bed, and started walking off in my direction. I quickly sprinted downstairs so that he doesn't seeme. But I know where he's going. He's going to goto the car and start driving somewhere. But I need to find out where once and for all. I ran upto the door, and snatched off the extra car keys.

I opened the door and ran outside in the cool wind. The moon hung high in the inky sky, making the wood look more beautiful than it already was. I glanced back quickly to see if dad was coming down, but he wasn't so I ran across the gravel to the car. Our car was a nissan note, a maroon colour. Dad had always loved nissan cars, for some reason, so every car he brought was from that  exact company. I stucky my extra key into the key hole and twisted it, I pushed the car trunk door up and I slide inside.

This was going to be a heck of a ride. I felt bad for doing this, practically spying on my own father, but sadly my curiosity gets the best of me. All I can hope now is that it isn't something bad he's been doing. Who knows what bad things he might be doing these past few days late at night. He might be late night drinking at bars until he could barely walk, or sleeping with prositutes. The whole idea made me shudder. I watched through the trunk window, as dad walked out of the house with the rose still in his hand. He walked towards the car and sat at the front and immedietely started driving without hesitation. I lookeda through window, as the house began to disappear into the darkness. A few howls were let off which I'm guessing are from the wolves that live in the wood but dad didn't seem distracted, he was too focused on the road, and to his destination.

The bumps made me tumble around the trunk, but I had to make no noise. I don't want dad to know I'm there. I peeked from the trunk window at the open road, it seemed to trail on forever. The car drove over a bump which caused me to roll over and hit my head on the hard wall of the trunk. I held  in my pain, but I wanted to scream. Pain radiated from the now huge bump on my head, I pressed my hand against it, trying  to sooth it away. As if that would work. Soon the road went smooth but the air was filled with the annoying and obnoxious and engine sound that seemed to mock me and my stupid ideas. I peeked through the window. All I could see was the road and darkness. A few lamposts were put in place by the roads but other than that I could not see anything. There were no houses, no buildings any sign of human existance. It suddenly felt like humanity didn't exist. It went on like this for atleast 20-30 minutes until I began seeing houses and buildings but no sign of humans it was as if the ghostly town had a strict curfew of time, whereas in California nobody cared at what time you were out.