The Flare

Chapter 9

Estelle's POV:
When I woke up I was laying on the couch.
How did I get here? I thought while sitting up.
I looked around and Jonathan wasn't any where to be seen.
Didn't he spend the night? Maybe I just dreamt it. I thought.
I got up off the couch and slugged over to the bathroom, looking in the mirror I saw my extreme bed-head. Strands of my hair were sticking up and my braid was completely destroyed. I took out my hair tie and turned on the bathroom sink. I submerged my head under the running water and took a quick pump of shampoo out of the bottle. When I was finished, I flipped my hair, .spraying water all over the mirror and walls.
"I'm too lazy to clean that off." I whispered.
I quickly brushed my hair back out and put it back in to a side braid. I dare not let anyone see my with my hair down. The only ones who have even briefly seen my hair down is Kammie and Nicki and that was when they pinned me down and pulled out my hair tie.
I walked out of the bathroom and checked on Jace. He was still asleep on the floor. Clary was still here, but asleep. Why didn't Jonathan take her when he left?
I just shrugged my shoulders, and headed down stairs hoping and praying there was coffee. As I rounded the corner I heard a crash come from the kitchen. I froze on steps.
I tip-toed the rest of the way down, avoiding every creak in the floor board. When I reach the corner of the kitchen I peaked around the corner, and saw a person going through the drawers. I reached around the corner and grabbed a knife out of the holder.
I quietly rounded the corner and walked behind the man.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" I yelled.
The man turned around swiftly, with wild eyes.
"Dad?" I whispered.
Jonathan's POV:
I woke up to Estelle screaming at the top of her lungs. I had fallen asleep in Jace's room, because the love seat was to short and stiff. I ran out of the room and down the steps to see what was going on. A man was standing in the kitchen, who I've never seen before, and Estelle was holding a knife in her hand, a butcher's knife to be exact.
"Estelle? Honey, you've grown up so much," the man said reaching his hand to touch her.
"Don't touch me," she said quietly stepping back out of his reach.
"Sweetheart?" The man said with hurt in his eyes.
"I know any normal person would be thrilled to see you out of your bedroom, but apparently I'm not like most people. You left me and Jace to fend for ourselves. The only thing you did was slide fifty dollars a week under your door. Jace was five! Little boys need their dad!" She yelled.
The man stood there dumb-founded. The most hurt I've ever seen someone look.
"Estelle I know. I was stupid to do that, after your mother died I just... just couldn't function anymore."
"How do you think I felt?! Losing two parents in a matter of days, one to death and the other to depression, it wasn't easy! I was fifteen, I needed my dad, and you weren't there!" She screamed.
I couldn't help myself. I ran to Estelle and wrapped my arms around her.
"I think it's best if you go back to where ever you were hiding" I said staring him straight in the eye, "only a coward of a father would leave his children."
I hugged Estelle tighter as he stepped to the side, slugging back to the always closed bed room.
So... were you expecting Estelle's dad to come into the picture? I was planing on it being Jonathan, but I decided to mix it up! :-)