Family Matters
Chapter 2
I sat down next to her, she had her head down staring at her feet trying to hide the fact she was crying, but I already knew. I knew Mercedes, better then she though. "Look." I said to her in soft tone. "I'm worried 'bout ya Mercedes, that's all. I didn't mean to snap on ya like that back there." I said pointing to the kitchen. She sat on the side of her bed, not lookin' up not sayin' nothin' jus' starin' down at the floor. Which did annoy me sometimes because you don' know if she's ignoring you or actually listenin' "Mercedes, I jus' don' wanna see ya die."
She pulled her head up and stared at me for a few seconds. "Well then you have nothin' to worry about cus' I'm not plannin' on dyin' anytime soon."
I look at her, my eye sad. "If you stay like this, then yes you will."
She's still sittin' there starin' at me. She's got these dark circles under her eyes. From not sleepin' and not eatin' I can see she's 'bout to cry but is tryin' to act tough for me. I've seen her cry so many times before, but it still hurts me every time I see tears in her eyes. I pull her in for a hug, to hold, and let her cry on my shoulder. Like I use to when she was younger, but she pulls away, and looks at me, unsure to let me in or not. Then she does, and just cries. It's like Déjà vu all over again, its like I'm 16 and she's 6, it's like she's just gotten out of that closet. "I'm always here for you Mercedes, if ya ever need to talk, if ya need anythin' ya can come to me. Ya know that right?" I ask her, holding on to her, my head restin' on hers. She nods. I feel some tears if hers fall on to my hand. I left her head up by her chin and wipe them away with my thumb, the look at her red eyes and kiss her forehead. "Would'a please try jus' try it, try talkin' to me. It doesn't have to be now, but eventually would'a. Please Mercedes." I beg her, my eyes pleading with hers.
"I'll try, can't promise ya nothin' though." She tells me.
Well its start, better then nothin' "Good, that's what I wanna hear." I said kissing her forehead once more.
"Hey." She said softly. "Ya stayin' here all day, or ya gotta work?" She asked.
I gave her a small smile, I could tell she wanted me to stay, I wanted to stay but I couldn't I had things I needed to do. "Suppose to work, but I'm goin' to call in, I got stuff I have to do, but I can try and come back here later tonight if ya want."
She nodded. "Well it'd be cool if ya did, but ya don't have to, if ya don' wanna."
"I wanna." I said smiling. "So I'll see ya later then, kay."
"Okay." She said lying down in her bed.
I coved her up with her blanket, slightly tucking her in. I brushed her brown hair behind her eyes and kissed her head. "See ya later brat." I said busting her chops.
I quietly slip out of her room, knowing she'll probably be there for a while. I stand outside her bedroom door, again I think back to our childhood, and I see that scared little six-year-old.
I sat down next to her, she had her head down staring at her feet trying to hide the fact she was crying, but I already knew. I knew Mercedes, better then she though. "Look." I said to her in soft tone. "I'm worried 'bout ya Mercedes, that's all. I didn't mean to snap on ya like that back there." I said pointing to the kitchen. She sat on the side of her bed, not lookin' up not sayin' nothin' jus' starin' down at the floor. Which did annoy me sometimes because you don' know if she's ignoring you or actually listenin' "Mercedes, I jus' don' wanna see ya die."
She pulled her head up and stared at me for a few seconds. "Well then you have nothin' to worry about cus' I'm not plannin' on dyin' anytime soon."
I look at her, my eye sad. "If you stay like this, then yes you will."
She's still sittin' there starin' at me. She's got these dark circles under her eyes. From not sleepin' and not eatin' I can see she's 'bout to cry but is tryin' to act tough for me. I've seen her cry so many times before, but it still hurts me every time I see tears in her eyes. I pull her in for a hug, to hold, and let her cry on my shoulder. Like I use to when she was younger, but she pulls away, and looks at me, unsure to let me in or not. Then she does, and just cries. It's like Déjà vu all over again, its like I'm 16 and she's 6, it's like she's just gotten out of that closet. "I'm always here for you Mercedes, if ya ever need to talk, if ya need anythin' ya can come to me. Ya know that right?" I ask her, holding on to her, my head restin' on hers. She nods. I feel some tears if hers fall on to my hand. I left her head up by her chin and wipe them away with my thumb, the look at her red eyes and kiss her forehead. "Would'a please try jus' try it, try talkin' to me. It doesn't have to be now, but eventually would'a. Please Mercedes." I beg her, my eyes pleading with hers.
"I'll try, can't promise ya nothin' though." She tells me.
Well its start, better then nothin' "Good, that's what I wanna hear." I said kissing her forehead once more.
"Hey." She said softly. "Ya stayin' here all day, or ya gotta work?" She asked.
I gave her a small smile, I could tell she wanted me to stay, I wanted to stay but I couldn't I had things I needed to do. "Suppose to work, but I'm goin' to call in, I got stuff I have to do, but I can try and come back here later tonight if ya want."
She nodded. "Well it'd be cool if ya did, but ya don't have to, if ya don' wanna."
"I wanna." I said smiling. "So I'll see ya later then, kay."
"Okay." She said lying down in her bed.
I coved her up with her blanket, slightly tucking her in. I brushed her brown hair behind her eyes and kissed her head. "See ya later brat." I said busting her chops.
I quietly slip out of her room, knowing she'll probably be there for a while. I stand outside her bedroom door, again I think back to our childhood, and I see that scared little six-year-old.