Mocha In Love

Mocha

(SONG: Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez)

She sniffed, sobbing in her hands. Her body shook violently as she tried to shush herself. Her heart clenched, feeling a deep sense of hopelessness and sadness overwhelmed her.

Mocha cried out softly, hiccuping right after. A silent noise startled her and she turned her eyes to the door, seeing her mother walk in with the same look she gave her just a few minutes ago.
"Oh my sweet, Mocha." She said, rushing towards her and pulling her in her embrace.

Mocha hugged her mother closer, shutting her eyes. Life was starting to look like years ago. When her father would lash out to the point where he was about ready to lay his hands on her. Those days made goosebumps rise on her skin and she gulped, tightening her arms around her mother.

"M-mommy..." she cries, hiccuping. "Momm-"

"I'm so sorry, Mocha." Rachel cried, running her hands up and down her back. Her own tears staining her cheeks. She felt her insides roll. She hated it when Mocha broke down like this. "I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything....I'm-" she paused, her voice cracked with raw emotions.

Mochas' shoulders shook violently. Her whole body shaking, her eyes were shut tightly as she pulled closer. "Forgive me, my love. I'm such a coward. I swear I try, I always try..."

She always did, and Mocha appreciated it but she didn't try hard enough. Not once did her father lay his hands on Malia....not even raise his voice. So why? She asked herself. She was no different  right? They were both his daughters. Mocha was his blood just as Malia was his. Then what was so different about them?

"W-What's wrong with me, momma?" She whispered, crying out the words. A loud cry left her lips right after. "Shh, don't say that my love. There's n-nothing wrong with you-"

"Then why does dad hate me so much?!" She pulled away, glaring at her mother with wet tear stained cheeks. Her eyes were red, swollen and so was her nose. "Why is it always m-me?"

Rachel silently shed tears, not sure what exactly to say. She wasn't sure how to say it. "Mocha-"

"No!" She snapped, getting on her feet. "Tell me, momma! Tell me!" She shouted, having enough. "Is it because I'm ugly!?  Or-Or maybe because I am not studying business like Malia is...right?"

Rachel shook her head. "That's not true, baby. That's not true." She stood up as well. "Your dad is just going through a lot and-and..." She stopped talking, inhaling sharply.

"...and?"

"And...he's taking it out on us..."

Mocha shook her head. "Lies." She spat. "He's targeting me. He always does. Since I turned twelve, momma. It's always been me!"

"Sweetie-"

"I want to be alone." Mocha sharply buts-in. Having enough. This was the 2nd melt down she'd had since her father's bitter attitude towards her. It once again left her exhausted. She wasn't used to being so...dramatic with her emotions. She's usually quiet and takes it in. Sometimes it became unbearable.

Rachel shook her head, trying to take a step towards her but stopped when Mocha took two steps back. "Please-"

"Please." Mocha asked, begging her with her eyes. "I just wanna be alone." Rachel held a look of conflict and sadness. She nods hesitantly, taking a step back. With hesitation, she walked out.

(STRONGLY RECOMMEND YOU LISTEN TO THE SONG)

Her eyes were on the white ceiling, silently listening to Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez. Her heart clenched...as the words of the beautiful Melanie rang throughout her bedroom.