Mocha In Love

Mocha

(SONG: somewhere only we know by Keane)

Mocha sat quietly at the dinner table, occasionally putting a spoon of food in her mouth. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking of how tired she's feeling.  Not tired physically, but definitely mentally and just emotionally. She felt as though her whole life, she's been a puppet to her parents.

Not sure where this thoughts came from. Although as soon as they introduced itself into her head, she couldn't help dwelling deeper on it. Just know, did she realize she's never been loved properly. A sudden overwhelming feeling overtook her and she grimaced.

Looking down at her full plate. The soft chatters of her parents and Mr.Wright could be heard from the back of her head. She sighs, looking at her plate with a look of displeasure.

Having enough, she cleared her throat. Catching everyone's attention. A soft blush overtook her cheeks, not expecting eyes to turn to her immediately. "I'm full mom, can I p-please be excused-"

Her father released a sound of displeasure, which to that her shoulders tensed. He held eye-contact with her. Silently telling her to not embarrass him. Mocha looked away, turning back to her plate. "Nevermind... sorry." She whispered, trying to make herself look smaller than she already is.

Red looked at her, trying to make up his mind about her. He already picked up on her visible anxiety, and timidness. Although, there was something in her eyes that he just couldn't clearly pin-point. It irked him, left him questioning his ability to read people.

Sudden bile of frustration rushed to him, completely blurring Edwards' voice. He stared at her openly, not trying to hide it as he tilted his head. The girl was oblivious to his analysing gaze, she was stuck in her own world.

Even though he couldn't decipher exactly what she was thinking about, her eyes were distant. Telling her own silent story, how she pushed herself somewhere only she knew.

A place probably far better than this. "Sir?" Edward called and he took his time, openly staring at Mocha before turning to meet the eyes of the man next to him. He picked up on the displeasure Edward held in his eyes.

"I wanted to discuss her pick-up date."

Blankly looking at him, Red hummed. Stealing a glance at the girl a seat away from him. "What about it, Edward?" He turned away, using the napkin to wipe his upper lip. "Rachel and I were thinking, perhaps her pick-up date could be after the wedding..." He trailed off, trying not kiss the man off anymore.

Upon hearing wedding rush out of her fathers mouth. Her dark brown eyes snapped to Edward. Brows immediately furrowed as she looked from her mother to her father. "Wedding? Who's wedding?" She voiced, catching the attention of everyone. Her eyes turned to gaze into her mothers, who had a sad look in her eyes. "Mom?"

"Mocha baby-"

"Sir-" Edward directed everyone's attention back towards him. "About the arrangements-"

"No." Red said, shutting him up completely. He stabbed a steak on his fork. "I do not appreciate last minute bullshit, Edward." Her father was quick to speak. Everyone completely ignoring her in the room. It made her feel stupid, as though her opinion didn't matter.

"But sir-" Edward paused, turning to make eye-contact with Mocha. Her heart dropped at this, not sure what to think of the look he sent her. "... I trust you'll take care of her. I trust you'll treat her well and I'm sure she'll be happy but-"

"But what, Edward?" Blankly raising a brow, Red grabbed his glass of water and sipped a bit. He placed the glass down and intertwined his fingers, elbows on the table. "... she'll be fine. The wedding is in a week. Her staying over for those few days wouldn't hurt."