chase the morning p.2
As Tara's mind came back into consciousness, her eyes slowly took in her surroundings, she was in her bed. She looked around sensing another presence within the room and saw her dad looking back at her. Tara sat up wondering if he was angry at her for leaving her room.
"Dad?" she squeaked her voice tiny from lack of use, he approached the bed in a fluid motion of steps.
Her father was a tall middle aged man with well defined cheeks bones and worry lines under his eyes. His dark caramel hair was already beginning to gray. Many at work knew him as "ripper", but at home he went by Rupert or Giles.
"Hey that was a close one..." Rupert said with relief, he sat on the side of
Tara's bed and lovingly pressed the back of his hand to her forehead to see if she was feverish.
"Dad..." Tara started to say, but Rupert cut her off, "too close..." he said, he removed his glasses and began to clean them on his shirt.
"What happened?" Tara asked, she felt the bed spinning underneath her,
but it was onl