The Soldier and the Wolf

Chapter 2

     "Mom, I'm home!" I rolled my suitcase into my house. It was a decent house. I mean, since my mom is some kind of biologist for S.H.I.E.L.D and my dad is...or was a surgeon at the best hospital in Washington D.C., he had good money. There were no lights on in the house. Great, she wasn't home. Like always. I dragged my suitcase into my old room. It was a boring room. A bed. A closet. A desk. And a picture of me and my dad when I was younger on my bedside table. I kicked off my shoes and went over to my bed. I picked up the picture and smiled as I stared at my dad.  I closed my eyes and felt my consciousness drift back into the past.

     "What your doing is wrong! We have a daughter! This isn't what she should be involved with." I could hear my dad scream from the kitchen.

       "You have to understand, I am doing this for the good of the world! I thought you supported me!" My mom lashed back.

      They never used to fight. They would get mad at each other sometimes, but everyone did. This was different. I felt myself get goosebumps along with shiver once in a while because of the way they spoke to each other. They sounded like they were at each other's throats. After another five minutes, their yelling finally stopped, and the commotion came to an end all together when there was a loud bang from the front door. The whole house vibrated, as if it seems as scared as I was. After a few moments, a knock came on my door and my dad stuck his head through.

       "Are you and mommy mad at each other?" He shook his head, but he didn't give that reassuring smile either.

       "No, Clara-bug. We are just at a little disagreement, that's all."

        "Then why did mommy leave?" He closed the door to my bedroom and and came over to my bed and sat down. He brushed my hair with his fingernails and I leaned up against him.

        "You mom is doing work that I don't really approve of. And it is dangerous not only for her but for you. She just needed to get a little air, that's all. Breathe a bit." I nodded and folded my hands in my lap.

        "What does mommy do that you don't like?"

        "You're too young to understand. When your mom gets home though, I'll make sure to talk about it with her. Hopefully get us on he same page. But it is nothing a five-year old should worry about." He kissed me on the head. "I'll be doing some chores around the house if you need me. I need to get on mommy's good side again before she kills me." He laughed and stood up, but I took it literal.

         "Daddy, she can't kill you! You love each other! People in love don't kill each other!!"

         "No sweetie it's just a figure of speech. Your mother and I would never kill each other. I wouldn't dream of it." He gave me a goofy smile and I laughed.

         "Love you daddy!"

          "Love you Clara-bug."

"Clara, you home?" I heard the front door close and my mom's voice rang down the hall. I carried the picture frame with me out to the foyer. My mom was standing in the middle of the hallway, taking off her waistcoat and shoes.

"Hey mom." I held my arms out and my mom pulled me into a hug. We had quite the resemblance. My dad was blonde before his hair started to thin out, but me and my mom both had dark brown hair. Her's, however, went to her shoulders and was straight. Mine went down to my mid back and was a mix of frizz and uncontrollable waves. We both had tan skin, but my mom would cover her face in makeup where I would keep mine bland and natural. Beauty was something I never really cared for, and it was also something my parents would've fought about. My dad didn't care. He let me wear boy clothes and play with toy guns and stuff. My mom didn't like that. She said that women had to be "well-kept" and some crap like that. Did I listen? No. But that led to my mom getting really mad at me. Quite stupid if you ask me.