Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,22
your, like, late thirties. You're not old! Just admit you can't remember numbers to save your own life. Let alone mine," I teased.
"I would if it meant saving you. I just need a few minutes to trigger my brain. The alcohol damaged some of the cells so I have slow reaction time!" he excused.
"Sure, Dad. Blame your poor damaged brain cells," I said with a laugh.
"Ugh. Stop teasing your frail father."
"Frail?! You have a six pack and go to the gym six times a week. Stop playing!" I laughed even harder.
"T-That isn't true! I go five days a week, and it's a very light six-pack," he stuttered. "Whatever!"
"You're just brushing it off because you know I'm right!"
"Eat your cake or I'm finishing it!" He used his fork to try and take a piece, but I lifted it up. "Never!" I giggled.
"Woof!" Cyrus thought we were playing some type of a game because she got up and began to hop up and down for the plate.
We laughed long and hard, and I felt so much better. It really was though a burden had been lifted from my shoulders and I could now live my life to the fullest.
I lowered the plate and we worked on finishing the remaining bit of cake. After that, I crossed my legs and began to play with Cyrus, who ran in a circle while trying to reach my hovering hand that moved around in the opposite direction.
"You don't feel ill anymore?"
"No. I think I had a headache earlier, or something like that. To be honest, I can't remember what happened to land me here."
"Principal Clover believes it’s due to the boy hitting your head. Thankfully, the swelling has gone down, but she advised you to not do anything vigorous for a few days."
"All the sleep. Got it." I nodded my head.
"You still have to study," he mumbled and lightly tapped my head.
"Ah! Child abuse."
"You're sixteen!"
"So. I'm still a child." I winked. "A child of God!"
"That has to be one of those memes you young people get all hyped about," he complained.
"You make yourself sound so old it's depressing," I commented with a smirk.
"I am old. My back hurts from work today," he whined.
"You'll survive." I shrugged.
"Not a hint of sympathy." He pouted his lips while narrow his eyes at me. I giggled and stared at him.
"Did you leave work early?"
"Hmm?" He shrugged at my question. "You know my boss knows if I randomly disappear, it's an emergency."
"So, you're not in trouble?"
"Nope," he replied with a small smile. "I've already texted him saying you're okay but resting."
My Dad worked with a company that was similar to ambulance workers.
It was more of a secret, private way of aiding people young and old who were in trouble or risky scenarios. Calling the company’s emergency line would send a signal to one of their locations, and the closest cameras would pick up an image of the scene.
If it was deemed not life-threatening, people like my dad would go undercover and interfere before the situation escalates. If it is a serious situation, they would inform the authorities and be there on standby just in case things went haywire before the police arrived.
"Do you think, maybe, if it's not too much trouble…" I paused in my statement.
"Yes," he replied.
"You don't know what I was going to ask," I elaborated.
"When you pause in your statements, you do so because you're worried you'll be a burden to another person. Whatever you want to ask, sure. I can," he replied.
"Do you think you can stay for a few days? I know grandma hates you and all, but...I really want you around. Even if it's a little bit."
"Sure. I'll talk with my boss on the way home," he replied.
"He'll be okay with it?"
"I've worked there long enough to have a week off with no issues. They have on-call agents. I'll let him call one in." His smiled left me relieved.
"You're the best, Dad," I whispered.
"Anything for you, Alice." He grinned. "Let me go make that phone call."
"Okay." I beamed.
"Woof?!" Cyrus jumped up and down, her tail wagging in excitement.
Dad looked at her. "You want to walk?"
"Woof!"
"So needy," he mumbled and reached for her small body. Picking her up with ease, he glanced at me. "Why'd you call her Cyrus?"
"Huh?" I replied and looked up at him. "I don't know. She reminds me of Cerberus."
"Why?"
"No clue. It just came to my mind when she woke me up today. Don't like the name?"