Sophie and I had become more comfortable with each other. We had moved her into my apartment, with her own room and bathroom. Sophie had talked to me about being homeschooled, and I agreed. The day after I had first got her, we moved her in, and the day after that, we were just like best friends.
I woke up the first morning Sophie was in her new room. Sweat dripped from my forehead. "Nightmare," I mumbled, and got up out of bed. I put a t-shirt on and walked out of the room. The wood underneath me creaked as I walked slowly. I entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. I got the jug of milk out of the top shelf. I reached into the cabinet to get a plastic cup. As I poured the milk inside the cup, I heard frantic moving coming from Sophie's room.
I put the jug down quickly and start to run to Sophie's room. I saw her brown hair splayed out in a ponytail. She kept tossing her head from side to side. "No, no, no, Dad, please, stop," She had a hurt expression on her face. I knelt by her bad. "Sophie," I kept saying. I was shaking her shoulder. She bolted up quickly. "What?" She rubbed her eyes. I leaned back. "You were having a bad dream. What happened?" I asked as I stood up. She let her feet hang off the edge of the bed. "I don't want to talk about it." Sophie just stared at the window.
I walked over to her side of the bed and sat down next to her. "Tell me, Soph." I looked at her face but she would only look down. "I had a dream that my dad... he was.. beating me." A tear shed from her eye. "Sophie, it's okay." I put an arm around her. I was careful not to touch her shoulder. The scar was still very fragile.
Sophie leaned into me and started to cry. I hugged her gently. "You don't deserve any of your past. Just forget about it. It's going to be fine. You have a new life ahead of you. You can't let your past bring you down forever. It's just something that's going to stick with you, but it shouldn't matter. You're past is behind. Look ahead to the future." I pat her back gently. She nods her head slowly. "Come on, let's go get some breakfast." I smile at her and help her up. She follows me into the kitchen. Her high ponytail moved back and forth as we walk. I noticed her Winnie the Pooh pajamas. Hmm, I thought, a lover of Winnie the Pooh.
I walk over to the fridge, this time getting out some orange juice. I poured her a glass of it and handed it over. She drank it slowly and in little sips. "So, know any good places around here?" I asked her. "Well, why wouldn't you know any?" She asked me, and scrunched her forehead up. Ahh, I hadn't told her. "Well, Sophie, you see, I just moved here. I came here for you. I've never lived in New York." She nodded her head slowly, like she was just now processing it. "Oh. Okay, then. Well, there's Terry's. It's like this really amazing ice cream place. They have the best waffle cones. Ever." Sophie's face lit up for the first time in a while.
A few minutes later, we were out the door, and on the way to Terry's. Sophie was talking to me about the little symbols on her nails. I wasn't really paying attention, though. I was too focused on the dream that Sophie had. What did it mean? Was it a sign of something? I turned into a small but packed parking lot. Happy New Yorkers were coming out of a cottage, with Terry's painted on it. I parked the car. I turned off the ignition and hopped out. Sophie just sat in the truck, staring straight ahead. I looked puzzled, and then followed her glance. I was shocked and scared, all of a sudden.
Sorry that it's short, I had limited time. c: