Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Sarah would have sooner offered up he own leg then let a beloved pet go to the skewer. She was a soft touch, and she loved all her pets growing up... perhaps a little too enthusiatically.... The bunny hadn't survived the first day of hugging and petting when she had been two, but live and learn. She had simply been too young for a pet that could apparently die of stress... and being around a rambunctious toddler was no doubt stressful. Besides, as she had grown up, Sarah had gotten better with her animals. Thoughts of the dog were far from her mind though, when her father's voice echoed out from his study, the firm words almost enough to have her stop mid-stride into the kitchen, though her eyes were upon the shadow of her phone. Biting he lower lip, Sarah hesitated a moment before she dared to tiptoe forward. Socks making not a sound upon the tile, she reached out and tugged the wire from her cellphone, and saw there was nearly a full charge. The flashlight drained the battery terribly, and she didn't know when the power would come back on. Sarah nibbled her lip a moment as she reasoned that she would only use the flashlight for a moment or so. A tap of the screen, and her phone's torch sprang to life as Sarah cast it down towards her feet and shuffled from the kitchen. It's probably not a fuse with the way the wind's been howling, Sarah called as she returned to her book. She marked her page and sniffed the air. There was the strange, almost acrid scent of ozone in the air when it was a fuse, and Sarah detected not a bit of that particular scent. Hesitating for only a moment, Sarah reasoned that a power outage when they were snowed in was better than when it was the middle of summer. They might not know when the power might get back with the storm raging, but Sarah was more or less sure that they could save their perishables if the power was out more than a few hours. Already her mind was calculating what they had in the refrigerator, what was nearly expired, what could last another few days, and what absolutely needed to be refrigerated some things, she was sure, could even be taken out and left upon the counter, if the heat didn't come back on soon. The girl turned large blue eyes down to herself, and nibbled at her lower lip as she stared at the sweater top. Overlarge, and draped over her slim form, it probably made her look younger than her sixteen years. But even the carefully woven fabric of her sweater, couldn't hide the fact that the cold had an effect upon her body. The girl shivered, and then crossed her arms over her chest as she turned her gaze towards the windows, to where the storm howled outside, and the sound of branches scraping against the side of the house echoed with more ferocity now that the power had been cut. Did you read anything about when the storm would let up, Daddy? Sarah called in a quieter voice than she had yet used, and wished that she hadn't been reading about the point in her book where there had been storms, and snow on the ground. And her nervousness reflected in her voice, making it a little unsure as she turned to see if her Father was indeed coming. It's really raging out there...