Marisa Miller smiled a small smile as a cool breeze blew gently towards her pretty face giving her some relief from the scorching heat of Havana Cuba. She ran her fingers over the iron gate and sighed as she watched some of the local children playing happily in the street. She turned around and headed back into the fairly large house, closing the pale yellow door behind her. She ran up the wooden stairs and pushed open her bedroom door. She sat down at her vanity table and sighed a heavy sigh, as if the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders. So this was Cuba? Bright, Sunny, a paradise to most people, but not for her. She ran a brush through her long curly hair as she stared at herself in the mirror. She stood up and threw herself back onto the four poster bed. The bedroom door slowly creaked open. Marisa's ice blue eyes shot open as she sat up. She raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow as her twin brother walked in.
"Ever hear of a thing called knocking?" She asked
"Heard of it yeah" he replied while picking up a magazine "never put it into practise though"
Marisa rolled her eyes and lay back down.
"Wow Carlos you're funny" She muttered sarcastically
Carlos checked his hair in the full length mirror and smirked. She sat down in the armchair and began to flick through the magazine.
"Can i help you?" Marisa asked sitting up again.
"I have to tell you somthing" he told her "It's really important"
"And that somthing would be...?" she prompted
"But i don't really feel like telling you" He said with a grin on his face.
Marisa made a sound of outrage before storming out of the room. She marched into the living room and sat down on the cream sofa. She looked up as a tall blonde woman walked through the front door carrying about a ton of shopping bags.
"This is all you're fault!" Marisa screamed at her before bursting into tears.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" She asked putting down the shopping bags and placing an arm around the sobbing girl.
Marisa buried her head in the older woman's shoulder.
"I didn't wanna move here, I hate Cuba. I was happy back home. I don't see why we've moved all the way here to meet a father that doesn't know i exist. He doesn't know I'm alive and i've done fine without him so far so why change things now?" She cried as the older woman smoothed out her hair.
Javier Suarez was sat with a group of his friend in 'La Rosa Negra'. They all sat at the bar downing shot after shot of whatever was going. Javier stood up and quickly grabbed hold of the bar to steady himself. His vision was blurred slightly and the room appeared to be spinning. He looked around the club. Couples were grinding against each other on the dance floor. Javier grabbed a young cuban girl and began to dance letting himself feel the music. He found it was the only time he could ever be truly happy. When he was on the dance floor letting the music flow through him reality was no longer an issue. He could let go and be exactly who he wanted to be in that moment. He could pretend he was where he wanted to be, and with who he wanted to be with. It had been seventeen long years since he had felt truly happy. It has been seventeen years since she had left him. He had of a lot of relationships since she had gone but no one could quite compare to Katey Miller. He opened his eyes as the music stopped and fantasy slowly turned back into reality. He smiled politely at the cuban girl before leaving the dance floor. He pushed his way through the crowd in a drunken haze and headed back towards his friends. A tall blonde woman in a tight red dress caught his eye. He blinked a few times to make sure his eye's weren't deceiving him like so many times before.
"Katey?" he asked
The tall blonde woman turned around and gave him a small smile.
"Hello Javier" she said softly.