The Kingdom Of Xänýurãn

Chapter 4

Ophelie POV:

Henry woke me up when we arrived to our new house. Just like the ones before it, it was a small house, with two floors, coloured a dark grey. And again, just like the ones before, it was surrounded by trees, and I couldn't see any neighbour. Henry shook me up again but I was too lazy to get up so I just groaned. Seriously, if he left me, I could totally sleep in the car. But my godfather loved me way too much and wouldn't leave me there. But I thought, maybe, he would this time. And when I heard the door close I sighed and slept, feeling peaceful.

When I woke up I was in a room I didn't know.

I panicked for 5 seconds then sighed, cursing myself for being so dumb. I had never see the new house, this was obviously my room, I just saw it for the first time. It was a small room, painted light purple, and white on the ceiling. The bed was leaned against a wall, looking directly to the opposite wall. On my right, there was a big closet, bigger than I had ever seen, so high it almost touched the ceiling, and so wide it covered almost the whole wall. Behind it was a door, white and plain, and opposite the closet, on my left, was a window. It was very similar to my old bedroom, so I knew what would be put where. I got up and looked around, touching the alls to remember the texture. I was taking my time until my very talented nose picked up the sent of HMP. I rushed to the bathroom and splashed my face with ice water and threw on random clothes( Sorry fashion) and flew out of the room. I didn't have time to look around for details, I had an important mission in this family. When I saw stairs I just jumped on them, flying around the house from excitement, I didn't feel my feet touching the ground. And then I saw him, and he must have heard me coming ( I walk like a elephant, so what?) because he turned around, obviously surprised...

-"I didn't except you to wake up that quickly" he said, the smirk obvious on his face. This ma knew what he was doing...I smirked back, tilting my head to the side, not impressed by his attempt to get me angry.

-"Well, my nose has a strong sense of smell...When I detected HMP I couldn't resist..."

-"HMP?"

-" Henry Made Pancakes! Also known as The Only Thing You Can Cook!" Henry sighed, tired of my childish behaviour, and also mourning his dead ego.

He taught me from my youngest age to answer people correctly to make them shut their mouth. While I was very quiet and shy at school, when someone insulted me, Henry, my friends or my dead parents, he couldn't just walk away, and that's what shocked people so much. And the few times It happened, and Henry would be called to school, he would frown at me when the teacher is speaking, then would ask for a moment alone with me, and the moment the teacher would go out he would get up and hug me, a huge smile on his face then force me to sit down and make me recite back every sentence I said... Cool dad right? And every time the teacher would knock on the door, asking if we're done, he would just screaming something at me, and I would scream back, then he would apologize to the teacher, and say we need more time, then we'd laugh out loud, until our stomachs hurt, and we have tears on our eyes, and we'd get of the floor, straighten our wrinkled clothes and get our things and get out. The teachers, seeing my eyes filled with tears would smile at me apologetically, and we would go home, and I would even zap detention :-)

Time skip cause I'm doctor Strange's daughter...

After eating, I got up, cleaned the table, washed the dishes because henry couldn't wash them right and because he was tired, wiped the table, baked a cake, washed the dishes again while it was cooking, hoovered the ground floor, took the cake out of the oven and let it on the table to cool down, went to my room and started unpacking, put my dirty clothes in the washing machine and asked Henry for his then put them in it too, finished unpacking, took a shower, changed into my pj's because it was getting late already ( we usually make brunches rather than breakfast, none of us being early birds, so we ate pancakes like 2 pm), then got back down, screamed at Henry for stealing a bit of the cake then chasing after him for being a grinning idiot, came back and made chocolate whipped cream( my favourite), then looked for Henry everywhere to ask him if he wanted the cake to be strawberries or raspberries and couldn't find him so I mixed the two of them ;-), put the cake together and into the fridge, then went back to look or Henry but couldn't find him so I decided not to give in to panic and just go to sleep, hoping he would be here in the morning.

But I couldn't sleep, with everything that had happened in the last three days I couldn't just go to sleep. I used the home phone to call him. He wouldn't answer so I took the remote and  blanket and just watched TV. The time was passing so slowly, but then I remembered I had school tomorrow and went to get my things ready, and make my backpack. Then I knew I had to sleep because yawning every two seconds isn't normal (I don't think so), I layed down on the couch in the living room. I wanted to make sure the door was locked, but Henry wouldn't be able to get in...So I locked it, sorry Henry but my safety's important too. I made sure I had an eye on every thing in the living room, my own way of feeling safe, before  drifting into sleep.

I woke up to a voice singing happily, well actually humming. I opened my eyes to see darkness...I slowly turned my head to the window and saw that it was still dark outside...the sun hadn't come up yet. I got up, slowly going to the kitchen I standing right behind the fridge's open door. Then the door closed, and Henry, in sweat pants and an old tee shirt, looking extremely happy, a plate with a big slice of cake on it, let out a cry of surprise and jumped back, screaming. When he realised, 10 seconds later (which is pretty long when you scream) that it was just me, even if I looked like a monster, abruptly stopped and...

Grinned

He freaking GRINNED!!! I walked over to him and angrily snatched the plate from his hand, putting it (okay...slamming it) on the table, never taking my eyes off his face. He probably understood that he really messed up when he saw the fire in my eyes because his grin dropped, turning into a sad, then guilty face, and looked at the ground, like a five years old child who didn't clean his room.

-" I give you 10 seconds to explain where you were, why you didn't answer my calls, why you didn't tell me anything about where you were going, why you came back so late and WHY YOU ARE EATING THIS CAKE AS IT HAS TO WAIT TILL THE MORNING?!?!?!?!?!!!??? He sighed and rubbed his forehead...

-" I went to a party..." and that's when I felt guilt tripping over me. He was the adult, and I the child, He had to be the one scolding me, and not the contrary, for once in his life, he decided to do something fun...And I just ruined it! So of course... I had to do something stupid like stuttering and mumbling things like " I know...I mean I understand" or "you can do whatever you want...you're old enough" and " I shouldn't have asked, you deserve to have some fun" or even "I know you could never have fun before, now I'm old enough to stay by myself...And of course you can have a girlfriend, I have nothing against it but please just chose well and do not eat cakes without me because...just because but please next time just tell me cause I was worried, I thought something happened like what if you died in a car accident or what if you were kidnapped or what if you wanted to rescue a poor a cat and fell of a cliff or smashed your head on rock...And you could have been rescuing a baby from rolling on the road or even toil-

-"Hey hey hey...calm down. You don't need to feel bad about scolding me I deserved it" And of course he knew everything that was going on my mind my inner voice said. "I know I should have called, but my phone died, and I was pretty wasted...I only drank two glasses, I swear, but after 15 years, alcohol affects me more hehe" he scratched the back of his neck and I just wanted to kiss him and cuddle...So I did. I cut him off by hugging him, tight.

-"You don't need to apologize, Father."He laughed quietly at the nickname before he answered.

-"I should have left a note, I'm sorry...Next time I'll make sure you know-"

-"And who said there was gonna be a next time" I said with a hard look on my face, which turned into a grin, then a laugh at his shocked face.

-"I'm joking, just tell me....okay?" He nodded, and looked at the cake, obviously wanting to eat it...I smiled, before nudging him and grinned sheepishly at him...

-" SOOOOOOOO are you bringing me a mom soon???!!?!!??