Author's Note: Second Chapter! Finally...sorry it took so long
Chapter 2: Madeline's POVI was sailing. The wind was in my hair, blowing my perfect curls behind me. My beautiful dress swirled as I twirled around relishing in the cool gentle winds. The sea spray kissed my face leaving a slight sticky mist on my perfect alabaster skin. The sun shone leaving my skin warm. Everywhere I looked was just miles and miles of clear blue sky and cool waves.
Suddenly as if brought on by a sudden summer storm the sky turned gray and clouds formed. Lighting crashed disturbing the serenity of the ocean scene. Everything went black. The bottle crashed only an inch away from Madeline's foot jolting her awake.
"Wake up you lazy wretch! You're just like your mother. I want my paper…and a bottle of wine!"
Madeline sighed. "Good morning to you too darling father." Madeline thought as she stifled a yawn. It was sad to think that her personal nirvana had been destroyed just because of the selfishness and pettiness of one man.
"I know you heard me! Bring me what I want. You know I'm ill! And I have to see your blasted paint stuff on the floor out there again there will be hell to pay!"
How can he tell if my stuff is on the floor if you never get out of that bed, she wanted to ask but instead said:
"I'm coming!"Madeline yelled back trying her best to be patient. She didn't ever want to sound like him that was for sure. She stood up from the chair by the window that was her bed and stretched.
"Ughh…" she thought, "If I have to sleep in that chair one more night I think I'll die." The chair was good for some things though. For one thing it was right next to the window. During the day it was wonderful for people watching, and looking across at the bay.
That's what inspired her to paint it. And at night the view of the sky was fantastic. Still, a wonderful view didn't make the hell her father gave her worth it.
As she moved across the tiny apartment to what I guess would be called their kitchen she thought the only thought that ever brought her joy. This is only temporary. She thought back to when she had first been called upon to care for her father.
She had been working at a mill and selling her paintings on the side. Her mother had passed away when she was 12 so it had just been her father and her. Him being a compulsive gambler and drinker she hadn't been that happy growing up. That's why when she turned 16 she packed up and left hoping to never darken that doorway again.
That's why little more than a year later, when a doctor showed up on the doorstep of the boarding house she lived in telling her that she had to return home to take care of her father she wasn't too happy.
Apparently he had come down with pneumonia from working too hard at the docks. She scoffed when the doctor told her that.
She knew for a fact that her father only worked about once every two weeks. He spent the rest of his time at the races or at the bar. The only way my father is sick she thought, is if alcoholism became a disease.
Still, she agreed to go see him. He was her father after all. And that's how she ended up here, sleeping in this hard chair and fixing meals while her father just lay in his bed, yelling and drinking.
She was having serious doubts that there was even anything wrong. For one thing he never took his medicine, and for another she could have sworn she smelled horse on him that night she came in late. Never the less, the doctor insisted that he really was ill so here I am.
Madeline opened the cabinet looking for breakfast fixings. The food supply was very low. And with her father not on his feet it looked like she was going to have to get a job.
She sighed with frustration and just kept her self from grinding her teeth as she fixed his tray. Then with a smile plastered on his face she picked up the tray and braced herself to face the dragon…