Sophie walker [Book 1] ✔️

Four

[EDITED AND REWRITTEN]

Sophie pov

I woke up the next morning with dad's coat over me. My arm hurt. I didn't know why. It was freezing. Dad was standing in front of me. His sleeve was rolled up in this cold weather, talking to a woman.

When dad stopped talking, she hugged dad and started crying. She was way older than him. Dad comforted her.

I stood up and went to Chloe's room. It was empty. I go out, dad was standing alone looking at a file.

"Dad, where is Chloe?" I asked him.

"Her parents came in the middle of the night said they needed a second opinion and then took her away. I couldn't do anything." He said.

"Why are you holding your arm?" He asked after a while of silence.

I immediately put it down. He then grabbed it. I winced in pain.

"Go to my office. I am coming." He said.

Even after working an entire night, he was not at all tired. I walked into his office and I saw a photo of me, mom and dad. It was when I was 3 we went to the zoo. I was on his shoulders my place till I was 7. It was framed.

I ran my finger over mom's face, thinking I could do it for real. Then dad came in reading a file. He kept the file down on his table.

"Hop on the table." He said.

"I can't. My arm hurts." I said.

He picked me up carefully and placed me on the table.

"Can you roll your sleeve up for me?" He asked, washing his hands.

I rolled my sleeve up. He put his gloves on. It looked gross. There was blood, skin was torn up here and there.

He sighed after seeing it. He came up to me and hugged me as I sobbed into him.

"It's going to be okay, I am going to fix it." He said.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"I am going to use a needle to prevent infection and take x-rays after cleaning just to make sure that there isn't any bone damage cause by the looks of it, I think the fall was pretty bad."

"Dad, please no needles," I begged him he wouldn't do it.

"It will be quick, I promise." He said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll be quick and gentle." I trusted him cause he never broke his promises. He was a man of his word. He prepared the needle.

"You ready?" He asked. I nodded. I wasn't ready, but I was going to get it so I just thought that I would get it over and done with.

"Close your eyes. It will be over soon."

"I am done. "He said after 10 seconds.

"That didn't hurt," I said, shocked I didn't even feel it go in.

"That's just my magic." He said, making me chuckle.

"Now I am going to clean it, it will sting and hurt." He said.

"So I should prepare for the worst?" I asked

"Yeah," he said.

Then he picked a cotton ball, dipped it in antiseptic, and began cleaning it slowly. It stung and hurt.

I flinched with every move he made. Soon it was over, and removed his gloves and put them in the bin in his room.

He picked his phone up from the desk.