Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Every season seemed to have it's theme, just as every turn of the weather seemed to carry with it certain feelings. During those hot and lazy summer days, Sarah would spend her mornings and evenings down by the pool to avoid the worst of the sun. Afternoons were often spent in the library. Rainy days invited the quiet, reflective moods that required hot coffee, a good book, and a blanket, or hours wiled away writing or sketching by the window as she listened to the patter of the water on glass with one ear, and her music with the other. And snowy days... well, snowy days like this were special. There was a peace to looking out upon the snow in the evening and watching it fall into thick drifts, and waking up each morning to see the world sparkling white, clean, and fresh looking was something that Sarah always looked forward to. Of course, she also liked being able to look out her window and see more than snow up to her eyes. This was the second day that the snow had fallen so thick. That much taller than herself, it was utterly impossible to make the drive to school, or work, though that hardly bothered the girl. She was a studious little student, and she made nothing less than excellent grades her Father demanded it, after all. And she had always tried to please her father, from her earliest memories as a girl. And he had always provided everything she needed, everything she had wanted as a child. Swimming lessons, riding lessons, trips across America growing up her father's daughter had been a dream, and Sarah knew she owed everything to the man, including her worldliness. He worked hard, offered up a lovely home, everything that she needed, and the very least she could do was try to keep his house and try to be the very epitome of what a good daughter should be. And eventually, the freckled faced girl with the curly hair had become a lovely and slender thing, the carrot top having darkened to something more of a true red. She twirled a curl of that red hair around her finger absently while she read upon the sofa. One sock clad foot rubbed against a leg covered in black spandex, and Sarah turned a page. Amityville Horror probably wasn't the best book to read while she was trapped in her own house, but Sarah had always had a taste for the horrific... And it was better than reading Narcissus in Chains again. Nibbling upon her thumbnail as Sarah's eyes flew over the pages, she told herself not to bite too hard, not to nibble her nails when she was almost done with the habit... but then there were red eyes looking in on the children when they slept. The sudden sharp buzzing from the bulb behind her was enough to have Sarah jump, and she sat up and jerked her eyes to the lamp an instant before the light fizzed out. Her eyes turned upwards as around her, every light in the house went off, leaving her plunged into darkness... worse though, was the sudden loss of heat as she tugged her sweater tighter to her neck. Frigging kidding me... Sarah muttered quietly as she pushed herself up from the couch. Abandoning her book, Sarah padded across the carpet. Squinting in the near dark, Sarah shook her head. The windows were piled high with snow, and blocked out most light... Still, her phone was on the charger in the kitchen, and her dad was around. She knew he had some flashlights and candles somewhere.... the heat situation. We're going to freeze to death...! Sarah called out in a sing-song voice, to the only other person in the house. Ducking into the hall closet she found her scarf and wound it about her neck. This is how it started for the Donner Party, you know!