Two Souls, One Heartbeat

Chapter 2- Confrontations and Conffessions

That night I continued to weep until my eyes get sore. I gently pull the covers of me as I rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The moment I finish I run my fingers through the bristles to dry it up and delicately place it inside my utility closet right beside my concave-convex mirror. I examine my face scanning the flaws. My eyes red from crying last night. I splashed a handful of water to my face, lightly rubbing my eyes.

I graciously walk down the stairs feeling as light as I've ever been. My feet making no sound at all. I race down behind my father and tap two fingers on his back and lightly leap towards the barricade separating the dining room and the living room. He let's out a faint laugh. "Good Morning, Destínee" he says as he continues walking towards kitchen landing on the chair.

"What?!" I holler. "You couldn't have seen me! I've tried to be extra careful!" I continue. He just grins and reaches for the pitcher full of orange juice. I feel my cheeks turn red in anger and humiliation. I squeal and walk over to the table and reach for a loaf of bread. I ate in big bites to show how aggravated I am. "Mind your manners, Dest." he says taking a spoonful of peas and sweet corn.

I walk towards my chair turning it chair 90 degrees so I could sit in a 'un-lady like' manner. "I just don't get it!" I say nodding. "I swear I was much careful this time. How could you possibly know I was there?" I snap. I care about this so much because my father used to always get creeper out whenever I tried doing that to him. It entertained me so I continued to do it one time a week. But as I aged, he seemed to memorize my routine.

"I know." he finally says after a few minutes of him focusing on his meal. "Wh-wh...."

"-What is that supposed to mean?" I bawl. He let's out a chuckle and finally answers me. "I just know."

I snitch and walk towards the door putting my boots on. Then I continue to walk towards the door turning the door nob.

"I'm going to Phoebe's"I tell him stitching my nose. He let's out a faint laugh and replies. "Have fun, be safe." then I continue out the door.

Walking down the sidewalk I examine people rushing down to the train. And I wonder what goes on in their head. I wonder how their family has been, where they work. Or if they are just like me, wondering what other people think. I don't understand myself too sometimes. But I'm my self's best friend. Awkward.

I've always had this deep thinking. I've always been so sensitive about the mess around me. I've always wondered if there is someone else like me out there in the world. But then again, maybe I'm just me.

As I reach Phoebe's porch I whistle a four note hymn and hide behind the bushes. As I catch a shadow slowly turning the door nob I move to position lowering my back gently sliding my back on the thorns of the roses. Roses. I used to offer the white ones when my mom died. Purity. She was pure, she was a good person. I shake my head and focus back up on the shadow below the door. The moment the door opens I lift my body as high as possible managing a growl coming out of my mouth. Phoebe dodges the door and slips on the floor and nudges her head to the door.

I let out a snort then slowly pull myself up. The moment I see phoebe I grin and let out a cackle. She let's out a groan as I hand my arm over helping her up. She looks fierce with her brunette soft curls floating with the wind. The moment she gets on her feet she pushes me lightly with a casual smirk in her face. "What was that!?" she said in a high pitched voice. "Why the hell did you do that Des?!" she replies raising her voice when she says my name. I just stare at her snapping her a lost face. But I really was lost. She used to do this to me too. But I guess she's grown out of doing it. When she can't get enough of my stare anymore she chuckles.

"Hey, I'm just kidding with you." she says snapping her fingers above my forehead like she casually does. Phoebe was really tall. And skinny. She's actually beautiful. With her wide eye gaze and her lashes fluttering in an uneven manner. She's 2 years older than me and she sure knows how to carry herself. I'm starting to get bizarre feelings that she might be growing into a lady and if she is, I am positive she wouldn't even desire spending time with me. She's my only friend. Everyone else avoids me because they all believe I'm a murderer. It didn't take long for the rumour to spread here in this little town.

She snaps her fingers in front of my eyes. "Hey. You in there Des?" I shake my head and look at her. "Lets go in" I snap pulling her and running up to her room. "Easy."

She seemed quite down lately. She sits down her revolving chair in front of her computer. Sliding the chair towards her bed extending her hand reaching out for her guitar and slides back down to place it in its case. I sit down in her bed placing the pillow below my head and the other on my feet. "So. How are you" I say breaking up the silence between us. She continues typing and pressing keys. "Oh I-- I've been good" she says shooting a smile. I look at the roof for a second and look right back at her watching her smile fade. We keep silent for a couple of minutes.

When she decides to speak up I sit up and stare at her. "Look Destínee. I need to ask you something" I nod and go slide over to the edge of the bed watching her. She reaches for my hand and cups my face then slides it back in her pocket leaning forward so I could hear her loud and clear. "How are you?" she asks looking worried as if I've been sick for a week. "I'm fine."

She doesn't seem convinced with my answer, she never does. She shrugs and comes closer sliding her chair 10 inches forward so she's just in front of me. "I'm serious. How are you?" she asks again. I've never looked so confused in my life. She has something tearing up. "I'm really fine Phoebe!" I bay. "Look. You have to explain to me why you've been acting so erratic lately!"

"And until you do. I'm leaving this house" I say as I get up and walk towards the door. She grips my arm before I can reach for the door nob. "You wanna know why Destínee?" I nod and stare at her confused with her spaced-out tone.

"Its about the coalitions, and the competition you're life remotes on" My eyes widen when I head her whisper something into my ear. I run to the door and down the stairs and walk out of her house as fast as I can. "Destínee! I'm serious! I feel myself shed a tear.

"You're crazy!" I scream one I get out of her premises.

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Notes:

•Well, that was chapter 2. If you wanna know the what Phoebe told her wait for Chapter 3!

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