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Chapter 8 Meeting Teresa. Ops.. The name's Badass Russia Bitch

Chapter 8

Meeting Teresa... Ops.. The name's Badass Russia bitch

My driver drove me to the couple I had yet to meet. Cape Town was amazing. I loved everything about this city. The breeze, the culture, the food, the mountains. It was all so beautiful. At the night, it could turn as cold as ice but on daylight, the weather was calm, serene, bright and lovely. The clouds seemed to never leave the Table Mountains. They were each other's soulmates. I could not decipher the moment of awe when I got to see them. Sadly the the Modern Hazel's house was far from the mountains.

"Here we are."

I opened my door and got out. I got my way to the porch and rang the bell.

There were a few muffled voices, from the inside of the house.

I looked at my driver. He was like me, quite confused.

The door finally opened.

"Hi! " A blonde woman came greeted me. She looked 30 something. As writer, I was trained to look at someone, and be able to know what's going on. This woman looked tired. Tired of something. I didn't know what yet. The way she greeted me, me looked at me with... Hope? I don't know. She looked as if she found the answer of her sleepless nights. But for what? And for whom?

"You must be Savannah "

"Oh please call me Anna." I smiled at her.

She looked behind me, her eyes wandering for a while.

"Today it's just me" I told her without asking her what she was looking for. My doubt had been right because she looked at me and smiled.

"You must be her mom."

"Oh so silly of myself. I forgot to introduce myself."

"I am Lisa Francisco. Teresa's mother. "

"Hi Lisa. It's a pleasure meeting you."

We shacked hands.

"Why don't you come inside?"

"Oh sure." She motion me to turn left, I followed her direction.

In the living room, there was a girl, probably the modern Hazel, playing the piano. Her back was facing so I couldn't really see her face and neither she see me. Her hair was black. Like the deepest black ever found in the earth. It was bob hairstyle. I then realised and face palmed myself. It was a wig...?

I found myself lost at the tune she was playing. It was slow, dark, but yet innocent. The tune was soft. A wave washing over.

"Teresa really likes piano." Her mom smiled at me. A voice interrupted.

"No I don't." The girl, I mean Teresa, got up the seat and turned down the speaker.

"It's just good to pretend that I can fool humans like you. For entertainment you know. Cancer sometimes can be a pain in the ass. " – TERESA!. Her mom scold her. "Let it be. I understand." I interjected.

"Be nice to her Teresa! She is our guest! Anna please have a seat. What would you like?

""

"Just water please." I smiled.

Her mom exited from the living room, the moment she left, Teresa was gone. Much to my dismay she was right there behind me, with a scowled face.

My 5'7 feet frame was suddenly shorter than her 5 feet frame. If looks could kill, I'd be attending my fortieth funeral.

"Look you, pretty face. I may have cancer but that doesn't mean I am stupid. The speed you got in the house, is the speed you will running from this hell. "She looked at me one last time and left me with a scarred face.