Mocha In Love

Mocha

UNEDITED.

♧A man so full in cheer♧

Her eyes flattered openly slightly, and the first thing she took notice of was the splitting headache she had. A soft groan left her lips as she twisted to her side, the soft sheets rubbing her cheeks. After a full minute of trying to clear her blurred vision, she fell into a calmness so unreal.

Mocha immediately came to the realization that she was on somebody else's bed. The black sheets that covered her body said it all. The black ceiling with the enormous chandelier hanging from it said it all.

She gasped upright, startled as her eyes darted around the beautiful and luxurious bedroom. First thing she noticed where the two double doors to her left, shut to her imagination.

Then her eyes roamed around the room. Her whole nerve telling her to panic that she was in an unfamiliar place. To jump and get away and to scream until a source òf life showed up.

That was not necessary as someone cleared their throat. She snapped her eyes to her right to catch Mr.Wr- no, Red sitting on a black huge couch and staring at her. "You're awake, how are you feeling?"

In panic, she pulled the sheets up to check if she was still in the dress she wore and as she saw herself still covered up in it, with no soreness between her thighs, she relax...slightly.

"What am I doing here? Where am I?" She asked, getting off the bed and jumping to her feet. "What time is it? Where's mom and dad-"

"Relax, Mocha. Don't overwhelm yourself..." Red sighs, getting up to trace his way to her. "You're in the same house as before, in my bedroom."

Her eyes narrowed softly at his huge frame. He literally was almost three times bigger than she is, which is entirely intimidating and scary.

Red stood a feet away from her, afraid to startle her then she already is. "You fainted a few hours ago....well technically you hit your head and fell out of consciousness."

Confused. She tried to remember what happened a few hours ago. But nothing made sense to her. She couldn't remember anything. Memories where blurred out and all she could get was a blurred picture in the back of her mind. "I-I don't remember..."

"That's normal. You hit your head pretty badly, it may have causes a bit of brain lagging." Mocha frowned at that. Looking up at Red.

"Okay can I go home now? Where's my parents..."

Red thinned out her lips, not sure what to say to the girl. Eventually he sighed heavily as he moved to take a sit once more on the couch. "They've left."

"I don't understand...what do you mean-"

"Your parents went home, Mocha." Her heart dropped at that. Did her parents just abandoned her with a complete stranger? She refused to believe.

"U-You're lying." She stuttered. "Please, please take me to my mom..." She  begged, looking all around the room. "Why would they leave me here..."

Shrugging his shoulders, he leaned forward. "Do you remember anything from a few hours perrier?" As she stopped to think, nothing came to mind. And when she shook her head, Red nodded. "Sit down and try to remember."