Pretty lies

sixty four- blossoming

Mia Rose:

On contrary to my sister's belief, I know what I'm doing- it's been in the works for a while now. I know I'm smart, smart enough to do this alone.

Shooing the guards away as they attempt to follow me into my cousin's confinement, I realise how isolated she really is. The room is bare and bleak, the walls damp like a filthy sewer.

Then there she is, Iris Rose. She sits hunched over a metal chair, her head bobbing every few seconds. Truthfully, I almost pity her.

"Please leave me alone, Mia." Iris mutters under her breath but from where I stand it still hits like a slap in the face.

"Why?" the question slips from my lips without a seconds thought. Why? Why, what?

"Why. what?" Not even I know at the moment.

"Just, why? Everything. Why are you there and I'm here?" That's it. Got there in the end didn't we.

"You know why, I'm sure Isadora has told you plenty about me."

"She has, but I deserve to hear it from you."

Iris avoids eye contact with me like the plague, her head constantly turning each one revealing a new mark most likely left by my sister. She was clearly not having a good day.

"I was angry at our family and I wanted to hit them where it hurt. You and Tia- your brother just happened to be collateral damage," she can't even say our names, "I'm sorry." Iris chokes out.

"I don't believe you."

"You don't think I'm sorry?"

"I don't think that's why you did what you did. Believe me when I say I really hate you for you did, but you didn't do this because you had an off day." God, I feel like my mother. Scolding the shit out of everyone.

"How are you doing this?"

"I'm not really doing anything. The past couple months my brain has been on auto pilot and nothing makes any fucking sense to me anymore. So, fuck it. Why not talk to you?"

If it weren't for the guards and the cameras and family on every corner of this damn house, I would've broken down by now. Fully.

Isa always gets worried that i'm irrevocably messed up after everything. But can you truly mess up what was never put together in the first place. Debatable. That's a topic for another tay, with another person.

"I-" tears well in Iris' eyes and it's as if i can see the cogs churning in her head, sparks flying from every which way.

"You don't need to say it." I mutter as if it were a curse, my hand instinctively caressing my cousins bruised cheek. "I know, I know."

"I am." I know.

Santiago Rose:

No one tells you how to react to moments like this. The first time you hear your baby's heartbeat. It's like the world stops for just a second and now it's utterly silent.

"And there is your little bean." The doctor points out what could honestly pass as a smudge on the screen.

My eyes flicker from Pheobe's to the baby and back. She's so calm it makes me look like a nervous wreck- as per usual, my girl is happy as a fucking clam just to get out of the house.

"It's so tiny." Pheobe whispers as if speaking any louder would hurt the poor thing.

"Would you like to know the gender?" There it is, the million dollar question.

I could count on one hand the amount of times we've had a disagreement let alone any full on fights. Once at a Walgreens over drinks and the second when we found out she was pregnant.

However, this has been a definite rift in our little bond. I desperately want to find out what we're having because I genuinely may combust if i don't. Pheobe on the other hand couldn't give a shit about finding out and thinks it's ridiculous not to wait.

I avoid eye contact like the god damn plague but out the corner of my eye I see, a pair of hazel ones staring me down. If looks could kill, may god have mercy on my soul.

"We're going to wait, aren't we baby?" Pheobe responds, her hand squeezing mine softly causing me to finally look at her.

I swear this woman is a fucking sorceress because anything she says goes with me. No way could i argue with that beautiful angel.

"We're going to wait."

"Okay then, i'll give you both a minute and when you're done i'll be just outside to finish these papers." The lady tells before leaving, not a hint of haste in her step.

"Thank you for doing that."

"Doing what?"

"You didn't need to do that for me, I really appreciated it." God I would've walked through the depths of hell if she asked me to. This is nothing.

"This is all you baby. You've got my baby inside you and my heart in your hands, you tell me what you need and i'll do it in a heartbeat."

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Hi pooks

this chapter is a little filler or whatever which i know is super annoying but i needed to establish a few things

for those of you who need a little refresh:

pheobe and santiago are pregnant, they're going to be teen parents

i know damn well if i was a reader i would've forgotten so there's that

when i tell you BIG things are coming i mean it so get your big girl panties on and strap in babes