When Love Sprouts

Chapter 11: the Devil in White

"Danika, oh my, stay in bed. Please, you need to recover," exclaimed her sister.

"No, I need to. . .ouch," she shrieked from the pain of the stab wound. "What the heck, I got stabbed? I'm gonna call myself Scar-girl," said Danika excitedly.

"I forgot how crazy you get, the f*ck is Scar-girl," asked her sister. The two sisters laughed at how Danika can be such a drama babe.

"But really, Dani, you NEED to get better, not just for me and that college degree how do you think you gon' get that huh," asked her sister.

"Wow, Monica, wow. You leave South Africa for a few weeks to go visit America, and you come back with a twang, what's next you're gonna call Africa: the Motherland," she asked.

Monica laughed her stomach off even Shedding tears on the floor. "You kill me sometimes you know," said Monica.

"Hold on a sec, you got a lace front now? You're even wearing make up, look at you looking all professional, oh my, oh my! I thought you were all like 'I'm the face of natural, blah, blah'," asked Danica with her hands folded and her eyes scanning her sister.

"Well change is good sometimes, sis," Monica said flicking her black to brown ombre weave. She was dressed in a formal mellow suit with a nude lace shirt, wore glass-heeled block heels and had rhinestone clear eyeglasses. Expensive is what she smelled like, no broke guy would come her way. Some would try their luck, but being the sassmouth that she is, she shut them down in an instant.

"You sure a guy isn't involved in this change that you speak of so proudly," asked Danika, concerned that a part of her sister that she once admired might be gone.

Monica sat down next to Danika on the bed. "Dani, you're my younger sister and you know I love you, right?" Monica asked.

"Yes, I know. It's just that I don't wanna see you losing yourself for a random dude who wasn't even worth it," said Danika.

Monica looked down. Danika searched her face for answers. "Mon-babe, what's wrong? Talk to me," she asked.

"Nothing, just me sealing the bag and you telling me how you got here, all weak and everything," said Monica.

"Monica, don't shift this, we're still talking," shouted Danika. The tall building after building view is what Monica stared at, avoiding Danika's prowling eyes.

"Fine, you'll tell me when you're ready, but whatever you're going through know that I'll be with you," stated Danika.

"Thanks, sis."

They hugged. "How are you not feeling any pain, that hug was hella tight," said Monica, raising her eyebrow.

"You know me, the strong John of the house, I'm a legend girl," she said flexing her tiny arms.

"Please, you don't even got the Strong John arms. So you gonna tell me what happened or what," she said.

"I was sleeping at Azania's house," started Danika.

"You and that girl, can't you just let her be, why? That girl is trouble and you know it," roared Monica.

"You know for all the time you've been travelling, for all the times you've been hopping away into the sunset with all the guys that come and go in your life, I've needed someone to guide me, a confidante, someone who I too feel cares for me.
The girl you hate so much, is the same girl that took me in when I felt alone. Being adopted by the Steenkamps might have worked for you, but it didn't do the same for me.
To go to bed every night knowing that you've lost your sense of purity to a wrinkly old man is the worst feeling ever," explained Danika.