The Grim's Daughter

Chapter Five

The days that followed came slowly. Nevaeh hadn't talked to her father much when they were in the hotel room and spent most of her time in her room. She had unpacked everything and put her beloved books on the shelf opposite the mirror. 

The balcony was her favourite spot, where she would sit and watch the people on the street below walk past, talking on their phones and drinking their coffees as they rushed to work. Thrindle would sit with her and fly around the street, when he wasn't trapped in his cage that stood in the corner of his master's large room. 

Nevaeh sat on the chair, rocking back and forth with the yellow quilt from her bed on her as she tried to focus on the sound of Thrindle's wings, slicing through the air. She could hear her father shouting and stomping around the room as he searched under the cushions for the T.V remote. "Where's that remote now?" he boomed. "I don't want to know what meerkats are doing at eight in the morning!"

"Turn the television off by the button, Dad!" she said, staring into the room. Death stormed over to the television and turned it off. Nevaeh could here the phone ringing. She walked into the room. "Where's the phone?" he asked. 

"Under the coffee table," said Nevaeh.

"Got it," said Death, waving the phone in front of her face. "Hello?" he said, raising the phone ot his ear."

"Wrong way, Dad," said Nevaeh, walking back onto the balcony. 

Death turned the phone around. "Hello?" he said, walking onto the balcony where the music wasn't blasting as much from the next room. "Dusk? What make's you call this early? OK. Yes, I understand. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"What's going on?" said Nevaeh, looking at him. He didn't answer. Death barged past her and into his room where he started to pack his clothes, again. 

"I asked, 'what's going on?'" she asked, opening the door. 

"I heard you the first time," said Death, swinging a small bag over his shoulder. "Dusk needs me, urgently. We'll have to go for a few days; go get your things packed, quickly."

"I'm not going," she told him, crossing her arms as she leaned on the wall. "We've only just got here, didn't we? We're in a hotel- if we disappear for a few days, someone is bond to notice something is wrong! We can't just pack up our things and leave every time you have a job to do!"

"Fine, you can stay here for a few days. You've stayed by yourself before, haven't you?"

"When we lived in the cottage, but we don't live there anymore, do we? Also, we've only been living here for a few days, and you expect me to stay here- by myself?" she asked, giving him an angry glare. 

"I'll leave my wallet, not like I'll need it. I'm meeting Dusk at the bus stop in ten minutes. Do you know where every thing is?" said Death, taking his coat from the wardrobe.

Nevaeh didn't say any thing. He put his coat on, quickly kissed Nevaeh on the head, and then opened the door. "Thrindle, meet me at the front doors. Nevaeh, remember, if you go out, do not talk to anyone!" 

The door shut tightly; Nevaeh stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what was going on at all. She ran over to the balcony, almost knocking the rocking-chair out of her way. Death was creeping down the road to the bus stop. 

"This is the worse day ever!" she said, turning the T.V on and sitting down on the sofa. Nevaeh flicked through a few channels, sighing. "I can't believe you expect me to stay home by myself!" she said. "We've only been living here three days."

She walked up to the freeze and pulled the door open. There was hardly anything in. "There's nothing in here to eat!" Nevaeh shut the door, mumbling. Nevaeh rushed over to the door, took her coat and took her father's wallet that he had left on the coffee table. "I guess I'll have to buy the food," she said to herself, before slamming the door behind her and locking it.