Miracles

Chapter 49

~Avisha's View~

I open my eyes to a brightly lit room. Everything goes blurry in my eyes making me groan and close my eyes.
I slowly open them and take in my surroundings. This isn't my room. It isn't Luis' house. Luis! Oh my God, he must be worried sick. How am I gonna explain myself to him?
I spot a figure leaning up against the wall. Rubbing my eyes, I strain to see the person standing there.
"Luis?" I speak up and groan at the sharp pain in my head. He just stands there and stares at me with a straight face. Gosh, he's angry and he's trying to hide it. I should probably say something.
"Um- where are we?" Stupid, I should've said something like-
The next thing that happens makes all my senses shut down. Luis throws the acid I purchased yesterday onto the bed. I stare at the drugs then back at Luis. I try to say something but it's like my mind has gone completely blank.

"Who is Mike?" Luis asks, his expression showing that he's hurt. I shake my head and get out of bed. "I-I d-" I begin and shut my mouth again. I can't lie to Luis, it will only hurt more. "Mike is nobody."
He nods. "What about Dax?"
"I don't know anyone called Dax." I lie. Luis looks at me skeptically. I look elsewhere, feeling embarrassed.
"Why are you lying?" He asks causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Why are you asking me so many questions?" I also ask.
"Because two manwhores keep texting and calling my frickin girlfriend," Luis yells, throwing my phone against the wall with so much force, it breaks. I flinch at how he's staring at me with so much anger and pain.
"And do you know what their names are?" He continues inching closer to where I'm standing. "Mike and Dax."

"You told me you were feeling sleepy, Sia. You told me you were going to sleep." Luis says, now standing right in front of me.
"I come and check up on you and you're nowhere to be found. Do you know how scared I was? Huh?!" He yells at me. "I am talking to you, Sia."
"I'm sorry okay? Now stop yelling at me." I say and begin to walk away from him. He clenches my sore arm tightly.
"Ow!" I cry. "Luis you're hurting me."
He doesn't listen to me and holds on tightly.
"I can't believe you do drugs." He says bitterly causing my heart to ache. Luis hates me. The only person who makes me feel real hates me now. And it's all because I can't control myself.
"Luis, please." I cry. "Please let me explain."
He sighs, "Explain what? You lied to me and nothing you're gonna say is going to change the fact that it hurts." He says making my already fragile heart, break into pieces. He lets go of my arm and as if he's my only support, I fall, crying my eyes out as he walks out.
"Luis." I sob as I try to stand on my weak legs. "Luis." I cry after him, finally managing to stand. I try my best to run down the stairs.
"Luis, please wait." I cry making it outside the house. He opens the door to the driver's side of his car but I'm quick enough to close it, blocking him from getting inside. "Luis, please look at me. Please." I touch his face only for him to push my hands away as if I'm some sort of parasite. The pieces of my broken heart start to drift away, leaving an empty hole in the space it's supposed to occupy.
"Luis, I promise, I'll change for you. Please don't give up on me." I beg him.
"Don't make promises you can't keep." He mumbles pushing me out of the way. "Just so you know, I'll never give up on you." He assures me, bringing a little hope into me.
I watch as he drives away, my tears never ceasing.

Someone hugs me tightly, comforting me. "It's alright Avisha. I'm right here." I look at the person hugging me and relax when I see it's Amari. I remember finding out she's my twin.
"Don't worry. He'll come back." Amari says. "Luis is a good guy."
Yeah, a good guy who deserves better than me. What was I thinking? I'm an addict and I ruin everything. Luis is different, he's clean and perfects things. We're not the same. Maybe I'm too much for him?
"Whatever you're thinking, stop. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and the day you get to meet your real family. Plus you get to see me perform. So wipe your tears and put on that sweet smile of yours 'cause you're coming to rehearsals with me and after that, we're going shopping." She announces. I wipe my tear-stained face with the back of my hand and put on a smile for my beautiful sister.

...

"Good job Amari." Miss Stevens cheers Amari on as she plays her role as the Virgin Mary in her pregnant state. I smile, giving her a thumbs up. "You're all doing great." Miss Stevens beams at her students.
"Are the costumes ready?" She asks me. "Yes." I nod. "Great! Call out these names." She hands me a clipboard and claps her hands, drawing the attention of students.
"Alright, you're all doing great. It's time to try on the costumes."
I start calling out the names as Miss Stevens hands each of them an outfit to try on.
They stick their names on their clothes and hang them in a room before Miss Stevens dismisses everyone. Not forgetting to give them the time they'll be performing and a little pep talk.

"So are you a virgin?" I ask Amari. She blushes as she glances at an amused Wyatt who's busily driving. "Why do you ask?" Amari inquires.
I shrug. "You're playing the role of the Virgin Mary so I want to know if you're one."
She chuckles and shakes her head. "I'm not." I wiggle my brows at her, "Who did you lose it to?"
"Who do you think?" She asks, her smile never leaving her face as she looks at Wyatt.
"You are one lucky guy." I ruffle his hair. He smiles, "I know."

"So how's our family like?" I ask Amari. I love the way her face lights up as she begins talking about each family member, the things they do, how annoying she thinks our nephews and nieces are, and how our mom and dad still think she's nine.