We Heal Each Other

6

The next morning I woke up with a drawing in my bed. I grab it and look at it. It's me in my dad's arms and he was rubbing my head. My mom put the drawing of my newborn bonding on my pillow by my head. She left a note. Here's how much your dad loves you.

'Wait! How did I get here? Wasn't I on my dad's chest?'

I grab my phone and check the time, 2 pm.  Holy cow wow. I can't believe I slept that late. I hear rubbish in the kitchen and talking.

"Oh, Camoran...stop it." I put my Rams robe on and went into the kitchen.

My eyes were burned and I mean burned. My dad had my mom pinned against the wall and was kissing her and kissing her neck.

"Um before you do anything else...daughter here," I said, closing my eyes.

My parents look at me and then chuckle. My dad comes towards me and kisses my forehead. My dad looks at the drawing I have in my hand. He looks at my mom. "Babe, did you do this?" My dad asks amazed.

My mom looks at me and then at my dad. She nods. I go over to her and hug her tightly. My mom is my favorite artist. Leonardo De Vinci could never match up.

"Thank you, mama," I whispered in her ear.

She gave me a warm smile. My dad came over and hugged us both. He kisses our foreheads. "I sure love my girls." My dad said.

I smiled at him as I brushed his bangs back out of my face. My mom's look on her face while looking at my dad. I want that again. Or I want to find my first love. Suddenly we heard a knock on the door. My dad went and opened the door. My Aunt Bella came right in.

My Aunt Bella is my dad's sister. She and my mom have a great relationship. She has my dad's nose,  her brown hair, and green eyes. She got married young and had my cousin who is my Best Friend in the world.  

"Hello, my favorite niece." My aunt Bella says embracing me.

"Aunt Bells, I'm your only niece."

She smiles and goes over to my mom. They embrace in a warm hug. I look over my dad's shoulder to see if my cousin, Michaela is coming. As soon as my dad my dad starts to close the door Michaela makes her entrance. I smile big.

"Uncle Cam, were you closing the door on me?" She asks sarcastically. My dad chuckles. "Hello, Mick." My dad says, hugging Michaela.

"Hi, Uncle Cam. Aunt Paris." Michaela said.

Michaela hugs me in a warm embrace. Michaela went over and hugged my mom. It feels like forever since I've seen Mick. My dad looks at Bella and then at Mick with a pleasant look.

"So...what's the visit for?" He asks.

Aunt Bella and Mick took off their jackets. Mick is wearing a choker and a Rams t-shirt. She's wearing light blue jean shorts and black combat boots. She had her light strawberry blonde hair in a half up half down hairstyle.

"Well, I wanted to ask you if you would be okay if we can come to your game next week? I already got my tickets." Aunt Bella asked.

My dad looked at my mom and then looked at My Aunt Bella. "Of course, Bell."

"Okay, good. I want to see my big brother dominate the Falcons." My

Aunt Bella exclaimed.

We all laugh.

I turn to Mick. "I need to talk to you," I say in a whisper. 

She nods. We go to my room and I close my door. Michaela sits on my bed and looks at the drawing of me and My dad in awe. I sit on my desk chair and give her my phone to look at his text. The unknown. Mic reads it and then her eyebrows ferry. Besides my dad, Michaela is my biggest protector. She couldn't protect me from what happened and she felt so bad. 

"Wow. How are you feeling cuz?" Mick asks, patting my shoulder.

"Threatened, but that's not what I wanted to tell you," I say, brushing my hair out of my face. "I met Rayven Hart. I met The Pages."

Michaela's mouth dropped open. Mick has been a fan of The Pages as long as I have. We used to listen to them, dance around my room, and wish to meet them.

"Okay, what were they like? Spill the tea." Michaela said focused.

I chuckled. "Um...well my dad got concert tickets and we went to the concert and I got to meet them because Rayven was a huge fan of my dad. Go figure, right? Anyway...um Rayven invited me to their party they were going to and before my dad picked me up Rayven asked me to dance. He's a gentleman. Before he placed his hands anywhere he asked first. Ah, he's such a good dancer, Mick." I said, spacing out.

"Then what happened?"  Mick asked, smiling big.

"Uh—well, he dipped me and I saw my dad looking at Rayven," I say chuckling.  "Rayven was so nervous. I guess my dad is intimidating."

Michaela looks at me thoroughly. She smiles. "Did he give you his phone number?"

I blush. I grab the piece of paper Rayven gave me. I gave it to Mick. She smiles big. She does something on my phone. I sit next to her. Mick's putting Rayven's number in my contacts. I start to blush.

"Here you go. Text him." Michaela said, handing my phone to me.

I fidget with my phone for a minute. Thinking of what to say. "My dad is getting him a ticket for the game...I want to invite him to the game." I say looking slowly up at Mick.

"Invite him, but play hard to get, though."

I chuckle. I type out a text and a giggle leaves my lips.

Me: So, my dad has a game in Atlanta and I was wondering if you wanted to come. My dad has already gotten your ticket. You don't have to come if you don't want to come.

I hand back my phone to Mick. She reads the text and nods.

"Strong."

"Yeah?" I ask.

She nods.  I hear a knock and my mom comes in. She's changed into a T-shirt and pink sweatpants. We look at her, waiting for her to speak.   

"Hey, girls, we're going to the art gallery and then dinner." My mom says, looking at me, smiling.

"Ooh, art gallery?" I said, getting up.

My mom nods. Michaela heads toward the door and I grab clothes from my closet. "I won't be long."