Heart and Soul

Chapter Three: Sister in the picture

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The dark whisper of a voice is still present with Kit. "Don't you dare think that you are going to be getting out of this no one is here to save you not even your fiend Mocha." The voice stops talking to Kit enough silence that she falls asleep

But on the other side of the neighborhood, I am in my room trying to do my homework but she is having trouble. I look at the word problem in front of her. I begin to hyperventilate and she drops the homework off her lap. I get off of my bed getting my sandals on that to wrap her leg and throws my purse over my shoulder. In the living room at the front door with her hand on the doorknob, I open the door. But with the anxiety of mine, I keep my eyes on the family's cars as I walk in between them keeping my distance between herself and the cars.

I am walking with my anxiety so high her palms are sweaty and her heart is pounding as I walk to her appointment that she made for herself. I'm weaving through traffic as she is my body in a safe place for walking. My eyes are looking down at the ground at my feet as I am in the waiting room of the clinic.

The waiting room is full of no one. The silence is a killer in my mind. Mocha's eyes wonder around the empty clinic becoming less empty. A couple of people begin to walk into the clinic each are groups on their own.

I am painfully waiting to hear my name. A few moments waiting for she is finally in the room. Dr.February walks in the room looking at Mocha's chart.

Dr.February sits on the stool in front of Mocha. "So what's wrong darlin'?"

"Well um I think I have anxiety I haven't been to the hospital or talked about it with a professional about it before."

"So you think you have anxiety you might tell me about how you feel and I see that you have a learning disability also." The doctor looks at the chart.

"Well I really have anxiety about everything like right now my heart is beating fast and I can feel my breathing is different then if I am calm." Mocha bites her nails as her eye contact is not with Dr.February.

Dr.February watches the body language I am using. "Okay so my next question is have you taken any medication for anxiety and do you currently take any medication?"

I twist my body back to Dr.February I close my eyes and take a deep breath then open them, "I don't take any medication for my learning disability it's a disability that I can't take medicine for and I don't take any for anxiety."

Im in the room alone as the doctor leaves, waiting for the nurse to show up. My phone is in my hands. It lights up my eyes move focusing on the text message that I click on the button to open the message to full screen.

Reading in a whisper to myself "Mocha, I know its been awhile but things are hectic here and I can't imagine how it is for you I know life is tough for you but I can't keep my mind off of you I hope you are doing well but I have one thing I need to tell you... I don't love you anymore ."

As I am reading the message out loud in a whisper my eyes are watering up. My hands are at my face beginning to wipe my face keeping my eyes on the text message many thoughts are running through my mind.

On the other end of the phone Gabriella grins holding Kit's phone in her hands.

As I am looking down wiping my face the noise of the door opening catches my attention and I try to make myself look presentable.

Later that night I watch the moon glowing down in my window. I sling my covers over jumping out of bed.

The sister that she lives with is standing in front of the kitchen sink getting herself a glass of water. The sister squints her eyes watching Mocha hair swishing side to side in the air as she is making her way to the gate of her fence. Mocha as quiet as she can be she unlatches as she is trying to slither her way. But the wooden gate pushes open a bit with Mocha trying her best to keep it still, Mocha freezes and looks back just for a flash but then keeps moving being more careful now.

The noise catches the sisters' eyes and catches her attention.She opens the kitchen window.

"Mocha what are you doing out so late you know the rule about the time of the night ." The sister looks at her firmly.

Mocha drops her head and moves her body out of the way to shut the gate. Her phone in her hand as she slowly drags her feet inside the house.

"I'm sorry I-" Mocha being cut off she nods her head and looks at her sister in her eyes with a little fear.

"Mocha Marchlynn Starr I am very disappointed in you. I thought we had a system going since our parents being out of our lives with moms' death now tell me right now why you was trying to sneak out of the house so late for? Is it a boy?"

"Im sorry Vanille I am worried about a girl that I have been talking to that I met at the coffee shop that I go to her name is Kit and her home life is a mess and I know so am I but hers is way worse and for you to not worry anymore most of the time I am out of the house I am either at my favorite coffee shop or.. Or.. I am um well great why am I getting nervous to say this." Mocha's body shakes a little and tears starting to form.

Vanille wipes Mocha's tears off of her face and pushes her head up by her chin with one finger. "It's all okay you might be in a little bit of trouble but that's what I have to do because I am acting as your guardian now I have to be semi like an parent to you so I am going to be grounding you for a month that means no clubs or hanging out with friends for a month but I am not going to be too cruel on you and take your phone and laptop away." Vanille takes a breath in a cheerier voice, "But who is this person that you are sneaking out of the house for?" She pokes Mocha's cheek.

"Yeah I mean I guess that it's too fast but she's a really good friend of mine." She breathes sadly.

"I'm worried about her I think something bad is going on with her in her household."

My heart is beating a million miles per second and hard as I look at Vanille waiting for her response.

"Vanille I know how you judge people, you don't and that can sometimes get you in trouble . Vanille speaking as she is cooking dinner.

"Sis She's a good person I know it you can talk to her I have her number."

"Look little Mocha I know you want to help but this is much bigger than you think ."

In her room with sweaty palms and bouncing. I lean over from my bed grabbing my book bag pulling it up on my bed.

My math homework on my lap and my pencil in my hand. I stare at the problems and I begin a math problem.

After about ten minutes I throw my pencil and push the notebook and math book away from me "Why can't I do this! I am doing this right."

My creative notebook on the nightstand beside me I give myself a grin. I begin writing whatever comes to my mind.