"Casita, stop," Mirabel commanded. The floor kept moving under her feet. "I have to keep going. I can't just sit idly by while they die. They could already be dead! They deserve for someone to know what happened to them."
The Casita wouldn't relent. "Casita, there's a chance we can get them back," Mirabel said. "Don't you want that?"
Mirabel was dragged down the hall. The window opened, and Mirabel was shoved out. She fell on her butt. She examined her body and found nothing but some scrapes and the beginning of bruises. "Casita, Estúpida casa de mierda," Mirabel grunted. That's when Mirabel remembered. Her parents, Abuela, tia y Tios, were having a meeting downstairs. She couldn't get out of the house through the front door. "Casita, eres una casa increíble y hermosa. I'm going to sew you beautiful drapes when I get back."
She got to her feet quickly. She ran in the direction of the mountains. She had only scaled them once. It was the same day the Casita fell. That was pure instinct taking over. Her body got her away to protect herself from the shame she felt. Now she hoped her instincts were stronger. She wasn't running from someone but running to someone.
She began to climb up the mountain. She abounded her shoes quickly. She kept going, holding on, becoming harder and harder. "Curse, being stuck in a small body," Mirabel muttered under her breath. "I should have alerted someone where I was going. Even Señor Flores would be helpful right now."
Mirabel could see the top. Her palms were getting sweaty. She grasped onto the next rock. She tried to pull herself up, but her hand slipped. She tried to steady herself, but she couldn't. She fell to the ground quickly.
The next day, Dolores and the man made travel to the town. They traveled by themselves to avoid looking suspicious. "If anyone asks, you're my wife," he said. Dolores nodded mutely.
They climbed out of the cart. They started walking in the streets. "You're gonna do a lot of the talking," the man explained. "They're more likely to get in if you're friendly. If you try anything, just be warned. This is a high-crime town. I can send you somewhere so bad you'll be beginning to go back."
They continued to walk. That's when Dolores saw him. "Milo," she called. She ran across the street.
"Doli, why are you here?" Camilo asked.
"I was dragged along for a business trip," Dolores said. She pulled her baby brother into a hug.
"Where's Isa?" Camilo asked. She didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. She would tell him that later. She was still processing the truth herself.
"She's back at the compound," Dolores lied. "Oh gosh, what did they do to you?"
His face was covered in dark bruises. He had many deep cuts all across his body. There was a hole in his thigh. Oh gosh, had he been shot? She couldn't see that he was bleeding from the back of his head. "My gift stopped working," Camilo said. "They got mad. However, I truly am fine."
However, that was right before Camilo collapsed. "Milo," Dolores screamed.
Estúpida casa de mierda;" You stupid fucking house
Eres una casa increíble y hermosa; You are an amazing and beautiful house.
