Save The Last Dance
Chapter One
Pancakes Pancakes.
Mitchie got up at five o clock and she quietly stepped into the bathroom while she soaped and scrubbed she sang a few lines of "Believe in Me", a song written by herself. Song writing has always been a part of Mitchie. Most girls have diaries but Mitchie Torres has a song book.
"I'm losing myself
Trying to compete
With everyone else
Instead of just being me"
She sang as the warm water cascaded down her body and just as the water came down, memories came flooding back.
"Mum, this is the biggest audition of my life, you have to be there" She said as tears starts welling in her eyes.
"I know, Mitchie, it's just the bakery..." The woman began was interrupted by Mitchie.
"The bakery can wait, It can't wait, I have to know that I am more important than Connie's catering" Mitchie said.
"Of course honey, you are more important" She said "Tu eres mi hija" She added.
"I just need you to be there on the most important day of my life" Mitchie said as tears starts welling in her eyes.
"I will be there, it's a promise, I will be there" Connie said as she wipes the tears of Mitchie's face.
Reality sets in just as Mitchie stepped out of the bathroom, clean and shining.
Half an hour later, Mitchie dressed in clean pants and a blouse, her hair still damp but loose, she tip toed down the hall wincing as her foot hit the floor hard creating a few noises.
She didn't want to awaken him this early, she wanted an hour to herself in the kitchen, she wants to make pancakes. For her? No, she does not like pancakes, she wants to make it for a certain someone, her father, if she really can still call him that. Steve stopped being a father to her four years ago.
Mitchie walked through the house and gasped as she stepped extra lightly outside Steve's half opened bedroom and she stared straight into the room and then she hold her breath, her heart thumping in her chest but of course that was because she was scared of waking him up, not just because she wants an hour to herself in the kitchen but because she is scared of what he might do to her for waking him up this early for no reason at all. Hitting, Beating, what could be worst than any of those things? His face was turned away, one arm flung over his head, the sheet pushed down and draped loosely over his stomach.
Thank God, Mitchie thought then she took a quick deep breath and dashed down the house on tip toe. She flew down the stairs not caring anymore if she did wake him.
Mitchie went into the kitchen, as soon she saw the big sacks of Pancakes mix on the pantry shelves, she starts making the pancakes, she touched her silver necklace around her neck and just then the memories along with the necklace came.
"Mitchie, Mama got something for you" Mitchie heard her Mum said behind her, guess she didn't lock her bedroom door.
"Yes Ma" Mitchie said still looking forward, not turning her back to face her Mother and just then Mitchie felt a necklace around her neck, she looked down to her chest and there it is, a silver necklace with a love shaped pendant. She turned around and faced her Mother.
"This is beautiful Mama" Mitchie said, a big smile plastered to her face.
"Just like you" Her mum said.
"This is not for luck" Her Mum said pointing to the necklace around her neck "Because you have it" Her Mum added "I have faith in you that you are going to nail that audition, you are going to leave the judges whipped" Her mum continued and Mitchie laughed at that "Because you dance and sing like an angel" Her Mum added which brought huge smiles unto Mitchie's face.
"This is for love" Her Mum said touching the love shaped pendant. "My love for you, no matter what happens, tu eres mi amor, you will always be my love, you are my star and I love you, never doubt that" Her Mum said and Mitchie could see tears welling in her Mother's eyes.
"And I love you too, Mama" Mitchie said and with that her Mother pulled her for a hug. Mitchie could not understand why her Mother was saying those words to her, could it be because of her sing and dance audition, surely it's not because of that, Her Mum was saying these words like she was leaving on a trip and never coming back.
Going
Mitchie placed the plates on the table just then Steve Torres came in, in his blue shirts and trousers.
"Good Morning" Mitchie said, Steve didn't reply, he just staredat her with scorn in his eyes. "Um, I made your favorite" Mitchie added as she points to the pancakes on the table and then Steve's eyes glanced at the pancakes and he scoffed and then turned around ready to leave the house.
"Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" Mitchie asked.
"And what gives you the right to ask me that?" Steve asked just as he turned around and Mitchie seeing the anger in his eyes got scared a bit but Mitchie knows she shouldn't be scared of him anymore, those days are gone, days where she is the blame for the death.
"I'm your daughter" Mitchie whispered, not sure if Steve heard her.
"Do you have to remind me?" Steve asked and Mitchie need not answer that "I have the right to do whatever I want or what you want to start controlling me now?" Steve asked.
"No" Mitchie said, of course that was a whisper; she dare not say it loud.
"I will not allow you telling me what I should do, you won't do that to me the way you did your Mother" Steve added and Mitchie now feeling brave said "I don't know why I keep trying, I'm just trying to be.." She said and then was cut shut by Steve.
"I don't need you to be a good daughter" Steve said.
"I just want my father back, if mum was here.." Mitchie began but was once again cut shut by Steve.
"Your mum is no longer here and that man is dead" Steve said "Deal with it, Mitchelle" He added and with that, he left leaving a bang behind him.
Screw you Steve.
Tu eres mi hija is Spanish for You are my daughter.
Tu eres mi amor is Spanish for You are my love.
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