Take My Hand - Pure Heart sequel (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7: Melissa

Chapter 7: Melissa

              I looked at Mona, my eyes wide with disbelief. If this is what I think it is, then, then grandma was right.

       "See? I really don't know what to do." she told me.  She had no idea what she was--Mona. She was, was a pure heart. From everything she was telling me, then, then she is!

       "Can I see it? The swirls?" I looked into her eyes. My voice shook as I spoke. "The gem?"

        "I don't know." she said weary. I didn't wait for another word and just peeled of her shirt.  I knew I could be charged for rape, but I had to see it for myself.

        "What are you doing Melissa!? Are you crazy?!" she screamed pushing me aside. She was in a tank top and her T-shirt lay ripped on the purple carpet.

  “I have to see, Mona. You don't understand, I think I know what's wrong with you."

  "Ya?" she said. "Probably so you can go tell everyone else." she muttered.

  "No! I would never Mona; I seriously think I know what's happening." I took her hand. "Show me Mona, show me and I'll show you."

            My hand shook as I ran my fingers on the swirls. They were cold and sent shivers up my spine. They felt soft though--like human skin--just inky looking. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was looking at a pure heart. I was feeling the swirls. I was friends with a pure heart. Man, would gramma pay anything to be here with me.

             I let my hands trail down to her lower back, and I felt around the gem.  The gem was there where it belonged--just as the letter had said. I stared at the gem, red and vibrant.  I looked up at her with big eyes.  The letter was right about this, so it must be about other things too.

    "Mona you're a pure heart--and you may be in trouble."

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               I ran to my mother's room. I've been waiting to speak to her all day and now she was home, finally. I stood in front of her door now. I examined her wooden door carefully and for some reason I had the strangest thought ever.

          I remembered that pure hearts had super strength--or something like that. I wondered if Mona could just punch this door and it would split not two. I told Mona about everything, and all she could do was believe me.

          I wanted to tell mom about Mona--that I actually found a pure heart--that she was my friend--that grandma wasn't lying. She had to know, so she could believe, just like I do.

          Just before I turned the knob, I heard a familiar voice speaking my head.

"Don’t trust her." it sounded like grandma's voice, but I wasn't sure. Why shouldn't I trust my mother? She was my mother! Could I really not trust her? Could she still not believe me? Could she try to harm me in a way? Ina any way--just so I stopped believing? Could she?

            I thought about it, fighting myself. The baby part of me told me that this was my mother. The same mother who had carried me in her stomach, the same mother who cared for me and provided for me; but the other side, told me that my mother was brainwashed, that she didn't understand anymore.

          Maybe if I told her, all this pure heart stuff would leave. My duties too, for protecting Mona.  But, I had to help her, and I might be the only one who might be able to help her.

        I let go of the door knob and headed back to where I had come from.

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