Snippet #2501877

I looked at the chair a moment before sitting down, taking off the helmet and the glasses. I stared back into the reflective glasses, looking at my reflection. I sighed softly, using my thumb to wipe off some of the dirt on my face. I almost jumped when my rescuer coughed. I glanced up, but he looked okay, so I looked back down at the glasses. Setting them down inside the helmet, I pulled my knees up, hugging them, resting my chin on them. I looked up at my rescuer as he spoke. I smiled faintly at the thought of my father. "Daddy's really nice...he was sort of glad the President won..well..he was. He would have him over a lot. I don't think he made Mr. Leon angry.. I mean, after I mentioned that Mr. Leon was kind of scary my dad wouldn't let Mr. Leon come over for family nights, they'd just have dinner with my mom. Wait.." I frowned slightly, remembering something my Dad had recently argued with my mother about, "There was something Mr. Leon wanted...I don't remember what, but my dad wouldn't let him have it..no one would. Mr. Leon and my dad didn't get along well for a day or two...that's when the President, Mr. Leon, kidnapped me.." I rubbed my eye. "But..that's all I can think of..." I paused. "Did I do something wrong?" I said, tilting my head slightly. "Is that why Mr. Leon doesn't like me?" I figured it made sense, I mean, I never really spoke to the President. I'd sit between my father and my mother, avoiding looking at him. He scared me, mumbling something every once in a while, being so... determined, for lack of a better word.