Mischa Lecter
Chapter 13: Papa
6 months had passed.
6 long months in Sydney, Australia. Waves and seagulls reached her eyes as she opened her window. She smiled and breathed in the air, her skin had tanned a lot. She had dyed her hair a darker brown when she had arrived and had grown it out to the middle of her back. She sat on the edge of her window and looked out over the beach that was their backyard.
"Mischa, come eat." she heard her father call.
Again she smiled as she hopped off the window and walked out of her room, and down the hall to the kitchen. They had become much closer since moving here, if that was even possible. She kissed him on the cheek as she made her way to the bar. "Smells wonderful as always, Papa." she said, her Australian accent now second nature.
Then the doorbell rang.
Mischa stopped what she was doing. Their house was extremely private and they rarely had visitors, especially at 9:15 in the morning. She looked at her father who was walking towards the door. She slid off the stool and followed her. Her beige shorts fell in between her knee and hip bone, they fit her waist, and were loose the rest of the way down. She had an aqua blue tank top on her shoulders and revealed the strings of her pink bikini top and matched her sandals.
The door opened to reveal a 5'5'' girl with black pin straight hair that fell to her elbows and blunt bangs over white rimmed sunglasses. She wore a pair of jeans that fit her form to her knees then relaxed a bit, a yellow tank top, over lapped by a black one. The female smirk, "Hello Hannah."
"Masumi!?" Mischa said before she tackled the girl, hugging her tightly.
"Hi!" the girl greeted hugging her back, "I miss you!"
"I miss you too! What are you doing here?"
"I invited her, Your mother and I thought it would be good for you to see a familiar face."
She smiled and hugged Masumi again, "How long are you staying?"
"As long as you'll keep me." She said happily, as Mischa helped with the bag on her shoulder, "Come on, I'll show you your room." she said leading her inside and through the house.
"Where did you say Masumi was going?" Hamal asked as his physical therapist tried to help him walk.
"Japan, to visit her family. Like she does every summer." Clarice answered, on his other side, also trying to help him.
"When she coming back?"
"Probably some time in August like usual."
"She left early."
Clarice nodded, "One of her Uncles is sick I think. She told me, but I don't really remember."
"Did her mom go?"
"No. She's still here, someone's gotta keep an eye on you."
"On me?" He stumbled a bit as he laughed, "Who said she wasn't keeping an eye on you."
Clarice chuckled a bit, loosening her grip as he took another step, then another. Her hands disappeared from his arms as he continued to walk. The therapist had also let go, though their hands hovered just encase he fell.
But he didn't.