The Dragon's Scale: Forest Eyes

I had always felt I was different. Never in sync with everyone else around me. It was like, I had no great purpose in my life. As a baby I was given to Dackus. He had fostered me, he was my guardian. Dackus was a great teacher, he taught me to ride a horse, and how to properly use a bow.
He had always treated me like a princess. But I had never thought much of it, until now.
I had noticed lately that he was acting strange. He would stay out until all hours of the night, and even when he was home he was locked in his room unless it was time to eat. I was becoming overwelmed trying to keep the house clean, doing my homework, playing volleyball, and taking care of my dog Darcy.
Today we were at the store, I was picking out fruit while he stood by the basket looking completely uninterested and tired. I had officially reached my breaking point. He was beginning to resemble the vegatable I was holding in my hand.
"You know you could help pick something out. We both live in the same house. Why do I have to make all the desisions? Why aren't you ever around anymore? What's going on?" He yawned and stalked off without a single syllable to me. That burned my bottom. For months now he had been acting so childish. I didn't understand it and I didn't really want to. In the pit of my stomach it frightened me to think what could be coming to make him act like this.
"I love you too." I whispered as I set off in a different direction.
When we got home Dackus went straight to his room and locked the door. Once again, not even a sound was directed at me. So I carried in everything from the back of the truck and put it all away. No matter how scared I was for my safety, I was more scared for Dackus'. I had a plan to find out exactly what was going on.
About an hour after we got home I knocked and told Dackus I was going to bed. At about this time I would hear him talking to someone on the phone every night. I slammed my door extra loud and crept to the kitchen. I silently pulled a plastic cup from the cupboard and slithered back to Dackus' door. I put the open end of the cup against the door and put my ear against the bottom and listened.
"... No! I told you to send in the second devision. Well get a catapolt there stat... No I don't care if it will take all night to build, we are losing. Do you understand that major? Okay, goodbye." And then I heard his footsteps heading for the door. I scrambled to stand up. I dove into the bathroom and I slammed the door behind me before he could see I was still dressed.
"Come on Emmy, I need to go." He yelled.
"Okay I'll be out in a second." I stood staring at my reflection for several minutes. My dark caramel brown hair flowed down around my shoulders to my belly button. My ivory skin fushed red from my adrenline rush. My light brown eyes bloodshot from lack of oxygen while I listened to Dackus' call. My tiny frame shook with fear.
As a child Dackus told me I could become a model with my tall but skinny figure. Now at sixteen, I had reached a whooping six feet two inches and only weighed 145 pounds. But my body had filled out of course. I had a large bust and a round butt. I was womanly, but extremely skinny. It was easy for my body to become weak with fear. And right now fear pulsed through me with every beat of my heart.
I heard Dackus' door open again and I flushed the toilet and turned the sink on, still furiously shaking. I struggled to keep my voice even, "I'll be out in a sec." No responce. I opened the door and raced into my room and threw the door closed behind me. I pulled my hair up into a loose bun and threw on lounge pants and a tank top. I tossed all my clothes in my hamper and flopped down on my bed.
Maybe he was part of the CIA. Maybe I had put myself in serious danger evesdropping like that. That was the only reasonable explanation I could conjor up. I drifted off to sleep shaking and running a million senarios through my head.