Chapter Two

I don't want want to give away this chapter. So, you read it and find out what's it about.

"Here's your spinach and broccoli omelet. With a side of homefries and Turkey Bacon", the waitress says placing the omelet on the table.

"Thank you", I say picking up a fork and pulling the plate in front of me.

The waitress walks away without another word. I plunge my fork in the cheese oozing heaven and shovel it inside my mouth. The flavor explodes in my mouth. Causing my taste buds to sing. I haven't eat in almost 24 hours and to eat this is like eating bonbons on a fluffy cloud. Just straight heaven on a plate. The omelet only stays on the plate for about to two minutes before disappearing in my stomach.

Leaning back in my chair, I take a few sips of orange juice and a deep breath. My stomach pokes out slightly. That is a sign that my eyes were bigger than my stomach. That happens a lot after I starve myself for a while. I think appetite is bigger than it really seems, but when I load my plate with extra food and only eat half of it. I should really make an eating schedule of some sort.

After knocking myself out of reverie, I summon the waitress and ask for the check. The waitress runs off, just before my phone's ringtone echoes in the diner.

"Hello?", I say in a cheery voice.

"Where the hell are you? ", the voice of a highly upset best friend nearly yells on the other line.

"Well, good morning to you", I say leaning forward in my chair. "How was your morning so far?".

"Mavis", Lizzie says nearly about explode. "When I find you, I will tie you down with a chain to a chair inside my house. And you won't have any type of cosmetics ".

I gasp dramatically ."How dare you take away my cosmetics?", I say even more dramatically. Gathering all my dirty napkins, dirty cutlery and empty sugar packets. The waitress places the envelope on the table, as I pull out my wallet. She gathers my filthy dishes and silverware, and disappears once more.

"B***h, I will drag you by the hair", she says even more upset.

"Wait", I say placing a twenty dollar bill in the envelope . "Let me go get you a chair for you to stand on".

I sense a smile spread across her face. And muffled sounds on the other line. "I maybe laughing now", she says trying to become serious. "But I will hurt you when we find you".

"But I don't want to be found ", I say slipping my arms in my jacket.

"It's not your choice", she replies in a whinny tone.

"Well, yes it is", I say draping my purse on my shoulder. Then, walking out of the diner. "And I choose to stay where I am ".

"But Mavis...", Lizzie whines.

"No", I say strictly. "I am not coming back and you can't bring me back. So, before this conversation turns into an argument, I will hang up. Goodbye, little Elizah".

"Mavis don't hang-", is the last thing I hear her say before the phone hangs up.

♚

The cab ride felt like years had gone by, on the way to the funeral home. I watch the tears of Mother Nature's pain have miniature races down the cool passenger window. I try not think about what's going to happen in the next hour or so. Just imagining my father in the a casket surrounded with flowers, he most likely is allergic to, frightens me. He's probably lying in an uncomfortable suit with an ugly tie.

My father could never tie a tie properly. I would watch Ronnette unravel the terribly knotted tie, and tie it correctly. I would watch Bryant tie his tie in a neatly fashion. But, I would be a pain in the neck and unravel it. Then, tie it the way Ronnette did my father's for all those years. The way our eyes met after the difficult part was over, it was like magic. But it was just a figment of my imagination.

The cab comes to a complete stop, and I stare at the gloomy building. I guess it's not supposed to cheery, being that it is a funeral home. I pay the cab driver an in reasonable about of money, but I am too weak to debate with the idiot. After gathering my purse and umbrella, I step out of the cab. The raindrops fall on my already damp hair. I open the black umbrella and walk up cement stairs to the enormous wooden doors.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly open the wooden doors. Shaking my umbrella close, I observe the dimly lit church. I walk slowly down the velvet carpet and down a pair of velvet steps to a wide area lined with pews. The backs of people's heads and shoulders fill the pews almost completely, and there is not a seat in sight. Closing my eyes, I cross the fingers behind my back and hope for the best. Opening my eyes once more, I drop my umbrella in a bucket by the door and walking swiftly to the front of church.

I sense everyone's head turn in my direction and hear a slight gasp escape from their mouths. I barely even recognize anyone in this room, that's because my mother kept me away for so many years. I was called my father's 'biggest mistake' for a long period of time before mom pulled me out the picture. To see the looks on their faces as walk down the aisle, is priceless. Walking ever so coolly towards the main attraction, I spot a figure skipping down the other aisle .

"Exodia", I murmur before speed walking toward the figure.

It takes her until I'm right in front of her before she whispers my name. "Mavis", in the sweetest voice I've ever heard. The voice my heart aches to hear every morning, when I wake up. Every night right after I read her a bedtime story. I love her, as if she was one of my own.

Exodia walks calmly to me and squeezes me as if her life depended on it. I return the embrace, and rub my hand atop of her head. This was the baby I once held in my arms, the child I sung every night for two months. My little sister. Who's not so little anymore.

We hug for a long while before "Mavis" echoes my ears. My head pops up, and there standing right behind Exodia, my other sister. Zechariah. Tall, strong and radiant. I one of my arms from Zoey and hold it out. Indicating for her to join the hug. Without hesitation, she walks right in the hug.