COMING HOME
917 Words
AYLA'S POV
"Hello uncle" I waved at my uncle, he is pissed. I can tell.
"Ayla where did you go at this time?" I shrugged not answering him, he'll be mad at me anyway.
"Baby girl, what happened? Why did you crossed the pack border?
I sighed, " I was mad at bubba, he kicked me out of the party. So, I thought......."
"You thought you can cross borders."
"Uncle, you didn't even let me finish I was just walking and wandering around I didn't even realized when I crossed the border I was coming back anyway.
"Little girl, it's dangerous out there, especially at night. You are lucky that no one else so you, otherwise you would have been in a huge trouble."
"But-"
"No but's. You are going back to the home, this instant. Am I clear?" I stayed silent.
"I asked, am I clear?"
"Yes." I crossed my arms and turned away from him. He followed me and dropped me at my home, where my parents were already waiting for me. No only my papa was waiting for me. Mommy simply don't care, she never treated me badly but she never acknowledge my presence also. But that's alright I guess. It's better than being treated like a trash.
"My whoopie pie, I was worried about you. Where'd you go at this time?" That's the thing about my father, he still treated me like a five year old.
I huffed and walked past him making sure to express loud and clear to him that I. Am. Mad.
"My baby, what's wrong?" He stopped me by holding me hem of my dress.
I huffed again and turned my face away from him.
"So, you're cross with your papa?"
I didn't answer.
"Okay, you can stay mad, then I will give your gift to bubba." My heart skipped a beat. But I was also mad at him, so I didn't and answer.
"Okayy." He dragged the last letter.
"Mommy, you can give the new acrylic colors and the coloring book to Cole. Ayla doesn't want it."
I got even more mad and turned away from him completely. He swooped me in his arms and began to tickle.
I tried to control my laugh but couldn't. Papa tickled me mercilessly until I had tears in my eyes.
"Stop !stop ! stop! please stop papa ! Okay I am not mad at you."
"That's like my baby,"he kissed both my cheeks and hugged me.
"Don't ever like that again. Okay?"
"Okay."
"No, promise me. Promise that you won't leave without informing us?"
"Okay papa, I promise."
"Pinky promise?" He asked sheepishly.
I giggled. "I am not a baby anymore papa, I am eight years old now. See!" I tried to stand tall in his arms.
"But you will always be my little baby for me, and even if you turned eighty years old you're only allowed to make pinky promises with me."
"Okay. Pink promise."
"Good. Now give me a kiss and go collect your gift from the living room. I'll be back."
Oh no! I know what's going to happen now. He will ask uncle, and I will be punished.
This is the worst birthday ever!
"I am waiting baby." I hurriedly kissed him and rushed towards the living room.
I collected my new colors and painting book and ran towards my bedroom. I need to go to sleep before papa comes back.
I ran upstairs with turning and entered the bathroom. I took off my now dirty clothes and prepared for the bath.
Oh goddess! I stink! Eww!
I didn't even waited for the water to turn warm. I just entered the shower without wasting time. My stomach growled because I didn't had dinner, but that can wait. I don't want a lecture on my birthday. I scrubbed my self until certain parts of my body were red. I continued until I was sure that my body was clean and not stinky anymore.
I swear I smelled like poop before.
Then took two towels and wrapped around my body and other to dry my hair. I need a new haircut. It's getting hard to handle them now. Without combing them, I left them open and brushed my teeth quickly. I wore the my night suit. It was cute pajama with lots of colorful ambroided flower's on it. It was my favorite pajama.
I heard footsteps and knew instantly that I don't have much time. I came out of the bathroom and made the longest jump of my life to reach bed.
And surprisingly I was, on my bed, under the duvet in no time. I should try this more often. Then maybe I can try for Olympics.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I heard footsteps entering. It was papa. I can recognize the sound of his boots from anywhere. After all I clean them before he goes outside. Papa says that your shoes enhance your personality, people judge you by your shoes.
I never understood his meaning, but I always make sure that his shoes are clean before he goes on his duty.
"Whoopie pie, are you sleep?" I faked a groan telling him that he's disturbing me.
"Okay, Good night. We'll talk tomorrow."
I didn't dare to take a peek outside the duvet. I heard the door of my room shut signaling that he left.
"Thank goddess."
But I really was tired so, it didn't take time for dreams to overtake me.
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