Holding Hope

Chapter 1-The Message

         I stare at my phone as i read the message sprawled across the screen.
"You and your sister need to come home."
The short precise text was from my mom. It was early Sunday morning and I had to hurry up and get to church. I had already missed a lot of services this semester. I didn't want it becoming a habit.
         "Tasha."
A voice called from outside my college room. That was my sister's way of telling me to get my ass up and ready for church. I have never been a deep sleeper so that explains why she just called my name instead of knocking. Why would my mom want us home? I wondered. I got outta bed and hopped into the shower and let the cool water wash away the scary thoughts that were slowing creeping into my head. She probably just missed us. I dried myself, got out of the shower and dressed up for church. No heels for me today, my ankle's been feeling a little sore lately. I should probably get that checked out. I checked my reflection in the mirror and I assumed I was okay to go. Even if I wasn't there was no way I was going to change, I thought shrugging. I locked my dorm room and made way to my sister's room. From the make up lying scattered on her bed I could tell she was already dressed. So where was she? I didn't have to wonder long, she stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed with her toothbrush in mouth.
I rolled my eyes.
Typical Brittney behavior to brush after showering and dressing. "How do I look?" Brittney asked. "You look fine,now let's go or we're going to be late." I said. She walked ahead of me with her heels clicking noisily on the tiles. I looked at her roommate who was trying to sleep apologetically before following her out of the room.