You’re stuck with me
A few days later......
Elise was exhausted. Her and Sam had just come back from another one of her runs and she was absolutely done. All she wanted was a nap, or ice cream - ice cream worked as-well.
As the pair walked through the door, she immediately sped over to the couch before collapsing on it letting at a huff of breath as she did so. Sam laughed at his daughter, "you good kid?"
"No." She groaned, before dramatically laying her arm across her face, "I'm exhausted, I fear I may be dying."
"Sure you are." He rolled his eyes at her before going into the kitchen and getting two bottles of water, he walked back into the living room and chucked one at her.
She sat bolt up right as she heard it saw through the air towards her, it was liked it was happening in slow motion. Out of pure reflex she raised her hand stopping it in mid air.
Sam stopped.
Elise stopped.
The bottle fell to the ground, the crack as it hit the wood floor the only sound in the whole house.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Elise started to panic, she didn't know what to do, she was trying to hide it from him, from everyone. She didn't want people to think she was a freak.
Oh god, what if he thought she was a freak?
Tears began to fill her eyes as she realised how much she had just messed up, what if he didn't want her anymore?
"Kid?" Sams voice was soft.
She didn't say anything, her mind still absolutely racing. Her chest began to feel tight, like a loaded truck had just parked on top of it, her breath became laboured. Her palms began to sweat, and feel sticky and she felt as though she could feel every article of clothing, she could feel everything.
He recognised that she was having a panic attack and slowly approached her, they could talk about what just happened later, for the time being he just needed to make sure she was okay.
Slowly he knelt down in front of her, "El, I need you to breathe with me, okay?" He began to slowly count in for three then out from three, regulating her breathing again.
As she began to calm down, he moved from infront of her to next to her, out of pure habit she leant into his side, he immediately responded by wrapping an arm around her.
She began to sob, "please, don't get rid of me." Her hand curled into his sweater, grabbing a tiny fistful as she began to cry harder, "please"
"What?" Sam looked at the small girl next to him, "no, no, kid of course not." He sighed, "I don’t exactly know what just happened, nor do I understand it but it doesn’t mean anything to me kid, you’re still my daughter and I’m afraid you’re going to be until the day we’re both gone.”
She sniffled, "really?"
"Mmhm" he hummed "I'm afraid you're stuck with me." He then paused for a second, “but can I ask what that was?”
“It’s like a thing I can do…” she thought about it for a second, “where like I can stop things mid air, like not very heavy things at the moment though and like when I get more like achieved with it they’ll probably be able to stop then continue on there original path instead of just dropping and-“ she stopped when she realised she was mumbling. “It’s just a thing.”
“And uh, have you always been able to do that?”
“No, I never used to when I was like younger but then they made me be able to do it.”
“And who’s ‘they’?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” She mumbled.
“Alright, I won’t push, just you know you can come to me with anything?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, “thanks.” She then grew a smile, “can I have some ice cream?”
“No, we haven’t had dinner yet.”
“Please” she put on a pout, “it’ll cheer me up..”
“Fine.” He sighed giving in.
Elise grinned, she had found her new home.