6| s t o r m y • w e a t h e r

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The rain sprayed upon the kitchen window as I stood at the kitchen bench chopping up vegetables.

The wind was howling, and it made me feel proud to think that not long ago, I had been out there, battling that beast of a storm.

I wasn't afraid of a little bit of water.

Placing the carrots in a pot of water and the broccoli in a steamer, my mind reverted back to the boy that I thought I saw in the forest.

And of course... that triggered the memory of the dream I had about my Dad the other night. I was officially freaking out now.

What if that was my Dad I saw in the forest? The crazy mass murderer who has constantly been all over the news, unable to be identified.

My whole body was literally shaking, my nerves on a high. I didn't want Dad to come home now, what if he would kill me? What if this was that last day of my life and I would never get to see my friends again?

I turned off the stove. I wasn't hungry anymore, and I'm sure that if Dad wanted food, he could go all cannibal and eat me instead once he was done putting out my spark.

Running up the stairs, I dove onto my bed and pulled my legs up in a tight ball.

The sound of the rain on the roof covered up the sound of wailing I made, as tears fell down my cheeks and onto the duvet.

For the first time in my life, I felt so utterly alone. Not even the rain seemed to want to play nice today.

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My eyes flashed open as a boom of thunder clapped amongst the clouds above. Rolling over, I noticed that my fluffy blanket had been placed over me, and my curtains drawn.

Huh, I'm sure I didn't do that.

Sitting up nervously, I slipped into my slippers and padded out onto the landing.

Snores could be heard coming from the bedroom down the hallway, and I peeped in the door to find my father fast asleep next to a clock that read 10:01pm.

That would explain the blanket, but why wasn't I dead yet? Unless...

I was dreaming for sure. Yes! That's it! I was dreaming and Dad wasn't home yet, therefore I was still alive.

Slipping back into my room, I decided to go back to sleep. If this was surely a dream, then I didn't want to wake up.

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Sunlight streamed through the crack in my curtains, making all the dust become visible as it floated trough the air waves.

My legs were all cramped up from having probably slept all night in a tight ball.

Stretching out my legs, I once again noticed the blanket covering me. Gasping, I pinched my arm and threw my hand at the bend frame. Nope, this wasn't a dream, maybe last night wasn't either.

My stomach grumbled, indicating the loss of dinner last night. Jumping out of bed, I made my way downstairs to grab something to eat.

On the breakfast bar sat a note

Olive

I sincerely apologize for leaving in such a mad rush yesterday morning. That letter you held was of vital importance, and it is my job to see to it that it's delt with asap.

I came home late last night, was going to call you, but because of the storm, all the powerlines were down and I wasn't able to get a hold of you.

I discovered you didn't make dinner, I hope you are feeling okay. I headed myself up some left of lasagne from the other night.

I had to leave very early this morning as there was a call in at work.

Hope you enjoy your Saturday, spend it with your friends :)

I'll be home around 7.

- Dad xx

I knew that damn letter was important! Something to make Dad act the way he did started to gain my curiosity.

I was making it top priority to find out what made it so important that he missed out on eggs, his most favorite breakfast, especially when he didn't have o make them himself.

Woah... this chapter was full on, a bit confusing I would have to say.

Who is enjoying the story so far? Comment your thoughts!

I'd just like to say two things...

1. There is going to be heaps of plot twists within this book so prepare for the unexpected.

2. Most books switch between P.O.V's of different characters, but I have decided not to do that. Simply because I find that having one point of view leaves many questions unanswered, therefore resulting in a more captivating read.

Enjoy!

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