Papa can I kill you

Chapter 18

So I wake up to find myself still wrapped like a cocoon and I peeked out the window to see nothing but endless white. 'It hasn't stopped at all.' The incident from yesterday replayed through my head and it still doesn't feel real. Instead of the chair, it was the bed he was sleeping on, and honestly, he's better off dead than alive...metaphorically. His sleeping face is much better to look at than his usual, prideful, jerk face.

I snuggled deeper into the cocoon and went back to bed. 'It's too early. A little bit later.' Now this feels like the old days where all you want to do is sleep and sleep and sleep in even more than wake up to find yourself wasting away hours of your life on sleeping. Ah~ the sweetness of life. 'Yeah, I refuse.' I opened my eyes refusing to fall asleep-more like unable to. I squirmed in my cocoon until it got loose and crawled out of the blanket to feel the freezing cold. I searched around to find my clothes on the floor. I got down from the bed and put back on my now dry clothes. 'It can't be that bad outside right?' I was lying to myself.

I procrastinated for a while and looked out the window one more time and decided to stay inside. I looked back at the bed and jumped. I almost screamed and felt my heart stop for the quickest moment. 'What in the name of the gods?! Are you up!' My father was now sitting up on the bed and staring right at me. It's like one of those crazy psychos that act all relaxed but you know they're planning something when they stay calm and still. 'Why is it that my guard isn't up?! I need to get on that ASAP!' The two of us had a momentary staring contest like we always do but this time it's different. 'Something's off about him.' His usual cold, prideful, arrogant air about him is gone, it's replaced by something much heavier, much more sinister. The one I'm looking at right now doesn't even remotely feel like my father but at the same time, I can't deny that he isn't. It's a very weird feeling I'm getting from him.

He stretched his hand out to me and I cautiously walked to the bed and crawled back up. I looked at him and then back at his hand continuing to switch between the two. 'I don't know about this. I really hope this isn't the stupidest thing I've done.' It's not the only one, to say the least. I placed my hand on top of his and he covered mine around his. I looked back at him and he came very close to me like very close. I leaned back slightly from the sudden close quarters. 'Ever heard of personal space. I doubt you did.' People here are just way too eccentric and maybe old-fashioned. The guy used his other hand and brushed through my hair. 'So warm.' I resisted the urge to cuddle the dang hand. 'It's seriously a heater, nevermind the fireplace, all I need is this guy and I can survive the winter.' Aside from unneeded touching, this guy hasn't done anything bad to me so I give that a plus.

Then we went right back to staring each other. No words were ever said for the duration of I don't know long but it was long enough. As if to finally give me a break that guy closed his eyes and went to sleep. 'This has been one of the most uncomfortable, awkward, and slightly scary moments I've had with him.' I never want to go through this again. There's only so much weirdness I can take and this world has been pushing that limit since day zero. In other words, I'm stressed! Like very, and sadly therapy doesn't exist in this world as a profession...I think, don't quote me.

I got off the bed and sat in front of the now burned-out fireplace and watched as the remaining embers die out. 'Is there wood?' I looked around the room and fireplace to find no wood. 'Well looks like I'll be freezing to death.' I slumped and felt the shivers run through me as the coldness seeped through the cracks and windows. 'How is it this cold already?' I looked up at the window and the sign of the snow stomping is zero because I can't even see the snow! Hilana wasn't kidding about the snow piling up at gates. Winters seriously suck, especially here and I have to live through it.

I decided to crawl back up the bed and sit next to the sleeping man I hate to call my father. 'I'm bored, cold, and super awake.' The possibility of me going back to sleep was zero. I've been mentioning a lot of zeros. I wonder why?