Hank McCoy's POV
It is time that I get her started on her training. I am going to teach her the techniques Dr. Charles Xavier taught me when I lost control. But now that I recall, I feel kind of strange when I am around her...like a good but strange feeling. Could this be more than just a friendship? Could it be, um...how can I say this maturely...perhaps a crush on her? Obviously this woman has a lot of mental disturbances and unresolved issues. She cannot go to her mother, because she is deceased and also her father. So she has no real closure. Wait a minute, she said that her grandmother took her sister in, could she still be there?
I found Sophia in my home office on my Mac, playing games. When I look at her the inside of me starts to tingle.
" Saphire, as the fist part of your therapy, you need to closure to help you move on."
" Well my mother and father are dead...only my sister is left."
" Do you know where she is?"
" Yes. She is still at my grandmother's house but my grandmother died so the house is hers."
" Well we have to go,"
From there, she took a shower and I took a shower. She went first then I. After our showers, we got dressed then headed over to Pasadena, California. As I pulled up to the house, she stared the house down; its like she was in a trance of bad memories.
" Are you okay?'
" Um...yes. Im fine,"
" Okay, then lets go." As we approached the house, Sophia looked nervous. She rang the doorbell a, waiting for her sister Delilah to come to the door. We waited for a minute, then a chubby blonde-haired woman came to the door in her hello kitty shorts with a tank top and no bra.
" Who are you?" She asked us.
" You don't remember me? You use to come into my shed every night and brag about what you had and I didn't have and how much your parents loved you more than me."
" S-S-Sophia?"
" Yes, and it is Saphire now."
" Oh my god I cant believe it!" Delilah said grabbing her into a hug. After all this time, sisters finally reunite; I sure hope this goes smoothly. I could tell the way Sophia slowly gave in to hugging her back, that she was uncomfortable.
" Who is your friend?"
" This is my friend, Hank McCoy."
" Hello," I said shaking her hand.
" It's nice to meet you, Hank McCoy."
" You too."
" Well come in,"
The house had an old smell to it, like dare I say, like a senior home. I know it sounds immature of me but that is the only defintion I can use.
" Have a seat," she offered. I havent seen this type of furniture since the 80's.
" So to what do I owe this pleasure of your visit?"
" I just came for some closure, Delilah,". Sophia said looking at her seriously.
" Closure for what?"
" You know cotdamn well what."
" Is that why you came here?"
" Yes. You know I wouldn't come fucking see you for anything else."
" You just want to bring up the past don't you? You think I don't feel horrible about how I treated you? I have been trying to loctate you for for 20 years-"
" For what? To rub more things in my face?" " Of course not! Once I got older and more mature, grandmother always talked about how bad you people were; she talked about...your disease,"
" My disease?"
" You think that we are sick, Ms. Commers?" I chimed in.
" Of course she does! She always thought that! You knew I needed help! But you let Josephine and Robert spoil your tiny little human brain you knew I was going through unnecessary situations and I needed you! You're my sister, Delilah. You're supposed to be there for me! But I guess Im not shit to you!"
" Im sorry, okay! Im fucking sorry, Sophia! Once I realized what you were going through; when they burned you with acid-"
" So it took acid burns for you to realize that I needed help?"
" Im sorry!"
" Now ladies-"
" All my life I've been neglected. All. My. Fucking life. And sometimes I want to end my life."
" Ladies, enough. This is no way to have a proper intervention."
" Im sorry. How can I make it up to you?"
" Thats okay, Hank. Thats all I needed to hear. We're leaving. You cant patch what was never there." And from there we left, leaving Delilah dumbfounded. I know I am supposed to favor Sophia, but it seems to me that she doesn't give anyone a chance to redeem their relationship with her; I'd think that she was afraid to let someone love her. Once we got in the car, I could tell that she was relieved. She didn't have miserable and confused look.
" Do you feel better now?"
" Yes, way better. In fact for some reason, I feel completely refreshed. I never told anyone off like that, I always keep myself bottled up.
" Saphire, can I ask you something?"
" Why yes, yes of course." She said while putting on her seatbelt.
" I forgot to tell you about a ball coming up and I was wondering...if you would like to be my date,"
" Of course I would,"
And from there we went to the mall to go get her dress.