A Lost Soul...

Chapter Nine: 6 Marlborough Drive, Georgia.

I am normally awake by 8.00 and then I lay in bed for another 15 minutes before getting ready for the day ahead. Today was different. Up at 7.00 with a spring in my step I walk down to the elegant Garcia kitchen at the bottom of the stairs.

Nikita is tottering around the kitchen. Bacon, Parsley, Eggs and Toast all plonked onto a plate paired up with a creamy coffee and fresh orange juice for Madi. 

"Nik... What are you doing?" I was so confused she always said she doesn't like the kitchen because it is always cold in the morning. Instead the windows were all opened including the french doors that open up the whole room allowing buzzing critters and wild flowers to fill the morning breezes with a charming and peaceful vibe.

"Morning Violeta! I am making brekkie for Mum and Madi." She beams. "Do you mind going out and picking a few daisies to put in that vase while I go and wake Mum and Madi?"

"Umm... No of course not. I will put down placemats as well." I pipe back to her. I was so happy that she had decided to wake up today with a more perky attitude, I was also surprised that she had just changed completely from a depressed and almost 'criminal' frame of mind to a yound teenage girl who wants to make breakfast for her family with an excited and energetic mood.

After breakfast is done. I head upstairs to what feels like my second bedroom and I exchange my sodden shirt for a more snug yet stylish look because it is freezing outside now but we are going out today. Black jeans and a singlet that seems to have a giant buzzy bee on it. Of course I keep my ratty old sneakers on. I throw my ripped Jansport on my back and throw my knitted jumper in my bag. We wave goodbye to Madi and Mrs Garcia.

We arrive at the old Residential Office with beaming faces because we are eventually going to find out the location of Mr Riley Garcia but I am also sad and disheartened to see Nikita going throw such pain and that she is putting on a brave face for her family.

"Hello Girls, How can I help you today?" A voice announces from behind a grand desk. 

"Yes! Hello, We are to see if you could please locate a Mr Riley Garcia." Nikita's voice wavers as she approaches the desk.

"Ahh... Yes! Mr Garcia. Now lives at 6 Marlborough Drive, Georgia. There are two other residents in that house as well."

"Two other residents? 6 Marlborough Drive?" I whisper to Nikita. I swear I have been to that house before... She gives me a nudge in the arm as if she is telling me to be quiet.

"Ahh...Thanks for your help." Nikita says as we turn around and head for the revolving doors. She is quiet as we push through the doors and head out into the brisk wind of lunchtime.

"Well that atleast gives us an idea of where he is... I swear I have heard or been to that place before though!" I admit to Nikita.

"I know. You have been there before." Nikita says with a straight face not making eye contact.

"What do you mean, Nikita? How do you know?"

"That house number is Miss Davies and her son's house." Nikita speeds up and tries her best not to break down in tears.

"Miss Davies? No, It couldn't be! He wouldn't..."

"Well! Atleast now we know why he kept asking you about your Homeroom teacher."

Not another word is said after that. We make our way to the birch tree outside our school. I give her a big hug and I say my thanks for having me. We say goodbye and then we turn our backs and we walk our separate ways.

I think to myself as I walk home. Could this be the thing that is gonna push her over the edge? Knowing that my Homeroom teacher and her Dad had the hots for each other. My homerrom teacher stood there smiling at me each day and she knew I was close to Nikita. Both of them are horrible, I mean they broke apart a beautiful family and led everyone along. Arrgggh! 

On the brightside tomorrow is a new day and maybe we could talk things through and find a better way to deal with this. Could we though? Or was this a wall we just couldn't break down?