A Blessing and a Curse

Chapter 2

   "Ezra, Ezra Bridger!" Tessbo said shocked and his skin color changed to a light purple. He grabbed the side of my arms and roughly shook me, "Ezra Bridger, La cura. Tessbo conoce el la cura."

   "You know I don't understand you when you speak Spanish," I snapped a little, pushing him away. I breathed in and out. I didn't want to lose control of my powers again.

   "La cura. La cura," he kept repeating to himself. I sighed annoyed thinking that this whole thing was a horrible idea. 'Thank you voices in my head,' I thought sourly. I turned to see Tessbo pace back and forth as if thinking of something. The question was, what of?

"Calm down and tell me what you said but in English please," I said getting very annoyed at this man.

"La cura. La cura," he muttered under his breath repeatedly and kept pacing still saying 'la cura.' I growled through clenched teeth and almost pulled at my hair. Then again breathed to stay calm. Keep a calm and cool head then no fire bugs will get in.

My father always told me that when I get upset or mad at something. It always helped. I bit my lip from the memories of my father. This was not the time to feel sad. Feeling sad will make you slow and slow is not an option in this world, only being vigilant and calm.

"Tessbo debe entregar información sobre la cura," he said then stopped pacing.

   "English, please," I told him then decided to give up. He went back to muttering things in Spanish and pacing back and forth. I walked over to the old couch and sat on it.

   'Ok voices, now would be a good time to help,' I thought. Nothing but silence. I saw something from the corner of my eye sticking out from between the couch cushions. My eyes turned to see a disc, probably a picture of someone.

   I reached over and swiped the disc then put it into my pocket. I looked back at my parent's old 'friend.'

   I stood from the couch and kept calm.

   "Tessbo," I said getting the man's attention.

'Here goes nothing,' I think then ask him my question.

"What are you looking for?" If the voices brought me here for a reason, it had to be helping Tessbo with whatever he was doing.

I admit, I hate his guts for leaving me to rot on the streets. Yet, I've never seen him act like this before. It was like his brain was malfunctioning in a way that it repeats itself like a broken record.

"Tessbo encontró información de la cura," he said. I rolled my eyes. Of course I'm speaking to a man that knows little English when his brain is fried. That's when it hit me, my parents had a Spanish book on the bookshelf. They used it to learn the language so they could understand what Tessbo would say at times.

I walked over to the book shelf and snatched the book.

"What are you looking for?" I asked once again.

"La cura," he muttered then started pacing again. I flipped through the pages until reaching the 'l' section then skimmed the page until finding 'la.'

"'La' in Spanish is 'the,'" I told myself and burned it into my head. Then started to flip through the pages again until reaching the 'c' section. My finger slid down each word but the word was not in there. I raised an eyebrow and kept searching until seeing a little bit of paper sticking out of the seam.

"Darn it, the page was ripped out," I muttered  then threw the book at the wall. No, keep calm.
Breath in and out...in and out.

   I sighed when all the pressure soon disappeared off my shoulders.