Rosa Sanchez. The first word that comes to mind is always 'power'. Known as Thorn by many, she seems to be the most dangerous woman in the world. But, she wasn't always like this. That leads many people to wonder how she came to be. What made an inn...
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I put on a nice dress, Father was nicer to me when I looked like I belonged in the family.
As I walked down the stairs I surveyed the room, Mother was in the kitchen preparing lunch, Father and Rafael were sitting at the table discussing business.
I would have to get Mother alone, there was no question about that. Well, other than how?
Father knew she didn't care about me, and he was skeptical about me being 'cured' as he called it.
I walked up to her. "Can I help you with anything?"
She gave me a puzzled look. "No darling, I'm fine."
I shifted back and forth a little. "I need to talk to you."
She smiled at me. "I'm listening."
I looked at the floor. "Is it possible to talk to you... alone?"
Rafael and Father went silent. Father cleared his throat. "Rosa, anything you need to speak to your mother about you can say now."
"I'd rather not." The words fell out of my mouth. I should just go upstairs.
"And why is that?" He raised his eyebrows.
I said the first thing that came to mind. "I don't think you'd be very happy if I was discussing my... feminine needs in the kitchen."
He opened his mouth as if to say something then shut it quickly. "Right, you're free to discuss those matters in your room."
I half smiled at him. Rafael looked like he wanted to die then and there. I wished he would.
Mother placed her hand on the small of my back and led me up the stairs into my room. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it. "I'm sorry dear, that must've been terribly uncomfortable."
I smiled at her. "Actually, I lied."
She raised an eyebrow. "You lied?"
I nodded and grabbed the letter and note from Ana. "Here." I handed them to her.
I watched her face change as she read, at first she was confused, then it changed to something that resembled pride.
She smiled at me. "You'd like to see her?"
I nodded.
I could almost see her forming a plan in her mind. "Right, you pack whatever you think you may need, I'll go make an excuse."
I ran into her arms as she studied the note with the address. "Thank you."
She hugged me back tightly. "Of course."
I took the letter from her and put it back under the floorboards. She turned to leave. "Rosa?"
