Zoom Class, 2020 Love story(Not Finished)

Chapter 14 (Natile)

I woke to the sound of cutting wood as I did the first night I spent here. I looked out and it was almost exactly how I remember it but he changed clothing so he had a red flannel shirt and a new prairie of blue jeans but the same big work boot. I changed into my last pair of clean clothing and went outside to see if I could chop some wood with him. “Good morning” he said as he pulled the axe over his shoulder. 

“Can I chop some wood?” I said, almost jumping out of my converse. He gave me a questioning look.

“You want to chop wood” he repeated over his whisper, I nodded with a little too much energy. “Sure, have you chopped wood before?” he asked with a smile, that I was starting to enjoy. I took the axe from his hand and I dropped it on the floor, but I pulled it back up to my shoulder and I kept missing the peace of wood on my stump. I could still see the burn marks in his grass from the fire that burned there last night. I wung one last time and it went into the first peace of wood and it split in half. He stood up from the wood pile and gave me a round of applause and I dropped the axe on the floor and jumped with excitement. He picked the axe up and he pulled out a thing in a raper. I looked at it and it was a small snickers bar. “THis is for your hard work,” he said as he placed it in my open hands. I smiled and put it in my back pocket, but I stopped and looked at him. “Did you steal this?” I said as I was curious how much he really did steal.

“I exsuialy didn’t steal it, I bought it” he said proudly. I walked inside from the tingling of my arms there where so many hit but only a few hit the wood at all and the rest hit the floor of the stump and it would shake up my arms. I was ruling my shoulder from the soreness of it. I draught the candy bar to my room and put it in a small bag in my duffle bag. I walked back out and he was walking in from the front door. I looked at him but I caught a glimpse of the refrigerator. I went over to it and opened the fridge side and the peanut butter was cold. I smiled at the fact that I fixed it, I turned and placed the peanut butter in his hands. He smiled at me and put the peanut butter back in the cabinet while I barbed the color that was the agent on the opposite wall. I dragged it and pulled the dripping foods and drinks out of it. I put them in the fridge and dragged the colder outside like I saw my dad do. I dumped it on the ground in the hold of mud. I watched it go in there and I took the plastic bag out from the ice. I dragged the colder into the small bight of sun, I looked on the porch to see he was smiling at me but a nice friendly smile and I returned it to him. I looked around and there were so many things to be done but such little time. “Let's get to work,” he said as he handed me the axe and he went to go word on something else. I walked out the wood pile and with many missteps I got better and coping wood. I watched as the sound of a caw became a crashing sound and a large tree doped onto his property making me jump off the ground a little and it made my piece of wood fall off the stump. The woodpile I had been throwing my coped pieces of wood fell over and I threw my power into coping with more peace of wood before I started moving wood to the nicely stacked pile. I staked the wood and I watched as with struggle my dad moved with chunks of the fallen tree over towards me. I watched as the icky stacked wood lit up and the rounds of wood piles got larger as well. I copped a stacked wood tell it was too dark to see without light and the flash light all had gone out the other day so we went in and I grabbed another instruction book but I sat in the extra chair in the living room. He was listening to his music. I struggled to read the instruction manual to a generator, because that man that dragged me out of my room kept coming into my mind. I looked at him and he was looking out into the darkness of the night, I took in a deep breath just to let out a large sighe. He looked at me as I thought he would “What wrong?” He said understanding I was trying to get his retention. 

“I was wondering about last night, the man. Who is he?, and what has he done?” I said wanting to ask more questions but that wouldn't give him time to answer them all. “He is a rapist who has been on the run for ten years” he said in a quiet breath of air that child my back and the hairs on my arm stuck up and I talked my feet in my blacked more tightly. “So he was going to. . .” I stopped myself from finishing that thought. 

“I won't let him get you” he said comforting the thought so I stopped that thought but a new one came to me “Would you have killed him?” I said worried about his answer. He looked at me slightly shocked about my words. “Only if I had to” he said but was forced to think of another answer but he failed to “Alright I think it's time for bed” he said with a fake yonge and left the room. I stayed where I was and I only hoped that he didn’t really mean that. I walked over to his seat as soon as he was bone but I looked down to where he kept his radio. I picked it up and there was something in the wiring, I looked around and I remembered that there was a small screwdriver in the kitchen from my work on the fridge. I tiptoed in there and draped it going back to his seat and opening it. I kept the skrowes as I took them out, I finally took the back off and there was a key in there. I took it out and put the screws and back next to it on his table. I remembered the garage out front and that was the place that came to mind. I quietly opened the door and closed it, I walked down the step of the porch and went to the door behind the stake of wood. I stuck the key in the key slightly and turned it, it clicked and I turned the door knob to a large balck truck. I walked around it and it was the truck that I was reading about. I opened the front of it and it was missing parts of it and there were chips of paint coming off it. I walked around and around, it seems to have been in a crash. I smashed my face up against the window to see inside and it was burned on the inside and there was something on the floor I ruconnected, I stared at it for a moment and the door of the garage opened and in came my Dad. He looked mad like when I was going through his boxes ''Why do you keep going through my things?” he says in his tone of battle of the voices. I stand there scared but I pull myself together enough to answer “Is this the truck you had when I was little?” I sad finally realising the thing inside was one of the toys I had when I was little. He got himself together and finally answered “I kept it hoping to get it running again but I don’t have the money to buy the pieces” he said as he walked around the truck the opposite way of me and when he turned to the side I was on he finished what he was saying “and they are to big to steele'' he said as he laid his arm on the truck and looked at me. “Know stop going through my things” he wasn’t calm anymore but I was almost 18 and I could be living on my own soon. I looked at him and I was almost on the same level of anger as him for always keeping everything from me. “I go throw your thing because it is the only way I get anywhere close to believing you’ve changed. I don't think you have, you steal, you lead a gang, and you can’t keep yourself together over me reading things about where you meet up” I say as I feel like steam is coming out my ears and my hands are up in his face. “I hope you enjoy the little time you have left with your daughter before I leave and go back to where I want to be. I also hope you know, I thought you would be better than living with my crazy mother who beats me for fun” I said as I showed my shoulder that had a belt mark on them from all the times they have been hurt. I looked at him and put his key on the work tables by the door and walked back to my room. I shaved my thing in my bag and closed my eyes but frustration kept me awake. I layed there and heard him walk in the house and close his door as well. I hear quiet clicking on mettle one after another. I fell asleep to the sound of metal to metal.